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OLD  HADLEY 

QUARTER  MILLENNIAL 

CELEBRATION 


THE  Celebration  Committee,  in  asking 
me  to  edit  this  book,  turned  over  a 
very  voluminous  mass  of  material. 
It  has  been  impossible  to  use  all  this  ma- 
terial within  the  limits  of  the  space  that 
financial  reasons  made  necessary.  I  think, 
however,  nothing  essential  has  been  omit- 
ted; and  in  the  condensation,  for  which  I 
am  solely  responsible,  I  believe  I  have 
retained  a  reasonably  complete  view  of 
what  was  done  and  a  fairly  well-rounded 
record  of  what  was  said.  For  the  descrip- 
tions of  the  daily  proceedings  and  for  cer- 
tain of  the  addresses  where  the  original 
manuscripts  were  not  to  be  obtained,  we 
are  indebted  to  the  admirable  reports  of 
the  Springfield  Republican. 

Clifton  'Johnson. 


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OLD    HADLEY 

QUARTER   MILLENNIAL 
CELEBRATION  1909 

SUNDAY    MONDAY   TUESDAY   and 
WEDNESDAY  — August  1-2-3  and  4 

The  Story  of  the   Four 

Days   with  the  Various 

Addresses  and  Numerous 

Illustrations 


THE  F.  A.  BASSETTE  COMPANY',  Printers 

SPRINGFIELD,  MASS. 


THE      PROGRAM 


SUNDAY— MEMORIAL  DAY 
10:30  A.  M.  Anniversary 
sermons  in  all  churches  in  Hadley 
and  in  daughter  towTis,  all  using 
the  same  text: — "Other  men  la- 
bored and  ye  are  entered  into 
their  labors."     John  4:38. 

Solemn  High  Mass  celebrated 
in  St.  John's  Church. 

10:45  A.  M.  Special  service 
followed  by  Holy  Communion  in 
First  Congregational  Church. 

Special  service  at  the  North 
Hadley  Church  followed  by  Memo- 
rial Service  in  the  cemetery. 

4:00  P.  M.  Commemoration 
Service,  in  tent  on  West  Street. 
J.  R.  Callahan,  Esq.,  Presiding 
Officer. 

Selection  by  orchestra. 

Invocation. 

Anthem.  "God  of  the  Hills." 
Music  composed  for  this  occasion 
by  Prof.  R.  E.  Olmstead,  words 
written  by  Miss  Susan  Wood  bridge 
for  the  bi-centennial  celebration. 

Hymn.  Words  and  music  by 
Clarence  Hawkes.  Congregation 
standing. 

Chorus.     Gounod's  Sanctus. 

Address.  Rev.  Walter  de  Forest 
Johnson  of  Brooklyn. 

Chorus.  "  Holy  art  thou,"  Han- 
del's Largo. 

Address.  Ex-Mayor  Theobald 
M.  Connor  of  Northampton. 

Chorus.  "The  Heavens  are 
Telling,"  Haydn's  Creation. 

Benediction. 

7:30  P.  M.  First  Congrega- 
tional Church.  Vesper  Service 
and  Organ  Recital  given  by  Ralph 
Brigham  of  the  First  Congrega- 
tional Church  in  Northampton. 

St.  John's  Church.     Vespers. 


MONDAY  —  REUNION  DAY 

Morning.  Registration  of  visit- 
ors at  headquarters  in  Town  Hall. 

Historical  Exhibit  in  the  Center 
School  Building,  Art  and  Litera- 
ture Exhibits  in  the  Public  Library. 

Renewal  of  old  acquaintances; 
views  about  town;  pilgrimages 
to  the  cemetery;  excursions  to  Mt. 
Holyoke,  and  to  Mt.  Tom  and 
other  places  easily  reached  by 
electric  cars. 

Noon.  Family  gatherings  on 
sites  of  ancestral  homes. 

Eastmans'  headquarters  at  Mrs. 
George  Clark's. 

Dickinsons'  headquarters  near 
H.  R.  and  E.  L.  Cook's. 

Other  groups  scattered  about 
town . 

3:00  P.  M.  Joint  Reunion 
in  tent  on  West  Street.  Presiding 
Officer,  Clarence  B.  Roote,  Head- 
master of  the  Northampton  High 
School. 

Tribute  to  Rev.  John  Russell. 
By  Hon.  George  Sheldon  of  Deer- 
field. 

Story  and  exhibition  of  a  chair 
belonging  to  the  Russell  household 
and  used  by  the  Regicides.  Rev. 
A.  N.  Somers,  Montague. 

Other  addresses  on  topics  of 
common  interest. 

7  :30  P.  M.  Historical  address 
by  Hon.  ^L  F.  Dickinson  at 
Amherst  together  with  exercises 
in  observance  of  the  sesqui-cen- 
tennial  of  the  separation  of  that 
town  from  Hadley. 

7:30  P.  M.  Reception  and 
Dance  of  Hopkins  Academy  Alum- 
ni in  the  Town  Hall.  All  persons 
who  ever  attended  Hopkins  Acad- 
emy were  invited. 


THE     FROGR  AM  — C  on  tin  ued 


TUESDAY— THIRD  DAY 

9:30  A.  M.  Firemen's  Mus- 
ter. 

Hose  races  between  Hatfield 
and  Hadley  companies. 

Various  exhibits  open. 

2:30  P.M.  Hopkins  Academy 
observances. 

Flag  Raising  and  Presentation 
by  Classes  of '8g  and  '95. 

Other  Class  Exercises. 

Address  by  Hon.  J.  C.  Ham- 
mond, President  of  the  Board  of 
Trustees,  accepting  class  gifts 
and  dedicating  building. 

Building  opened  for  public  in- 
spection. 

4:00  P.M.  Baseball  game  on 
new  field  between  Academy  and 
Alumni  teams. 

7:30  P.  M.  Patriotic  Rally. 
Hon.  R.  W.  Irwin  of  Northamp- 
ton, Chairman. 

Reception  at  which  Posts  of 
G.  A.  R.,  Chapters  of  S.  A.  R.  and 
D.  A.  R.,  Camps  of  S.  of  V.  and 
ladies'  organizations  associated 
with  them  were  invited  to  meet  the 
members  of  the  Hooker  Associa- 
tion of  Massachusetts. 

Address  by  Judge  Francis  M. 
Thompson  of  Greenfield  on  Had- 
ley in  the  Colonial  Wars. 

Address  by  Judge  Henry  Stock- 
bridge  of  Baltimore  on  Hadley  in 
the  Revolution. 

D.  A.  R.  address  by  Mrs.  James 
G.  Dunning,  State  Regent. 

Address  on  behalf  of  Hooker 
Association  by  the  Rev.  A.  St. 
John  Chambre,  D.D.,  Surgeon  of 
8th  N.  J.  Infantry  of  Hooker's 
Division. 


WEDNESDAY— LAST  DAY 
9:30  A.  M.     Street    Pageant. 
L.  R.  Smith,  Chief  Marshal. 

Division  one:  Floats  depicting 
events  in  Hadley  History. 

Division  two:  Floats  contributed 
by  daughter  and  sister  towns. 

Division  three:  Ancient  modes  of 
travel. 

Division  four:  Hadley  of  today: 
societies  and  industries. 

Division  five;  Decorated  car- 
riages. 

Division  six:  Decorated  auto- 
mobiles. 

II  :00  A.  M.  Anniversary  ex- 
ercises. Presiding  officer  of  the 
day,  Judge  Henry  Stockbridge. 

Invocation. 

Address  of  welcome  by  O.  W. 
Prouty,  for  the  Selectmen. 

Greetings  from  the  State  of 
Massachusetts.  Lieut.-Governor 
Louis  A.  Frothingham. 

Greetings  from  Hadleigh,  Eng- 
land. 

Historical  Address  by  President 
W.  E.  Huntington  of  Boston 
University. 

A  Song  of  Hadley.  Words  by 
Mrs.  Julia  Taft  Bayne.  Music 
by  Clifton  Johnson. 

Poem.     John  Howard  Jewett. 

1 :00  P.M.     Dinner. 
Concert  by  Stevens  Band. 

2  :30  P.  M.  Speeches  in  the 
tent  by  representatives  of  mother, 
sister  and  daughter  towns  and  by 
other  distinguished  guests. 


OLD     HADLEY 

QUARTER  MILLENNIAL 

SUNDAY— MEMORIAL   DAY 


OLD  Hadley  opened  its  250th  anniversary  celebration  with 
a  fitting  program  in  the  presence  of  many  thousands  of 
friendly  visitors  and  returning  sons  and  daughters.  The 
streets  and  the  homesteads  have  been  placed  in  their  most  attract- 
ive condition,  and  there  has  been  tasteful  and  effective  decora- 
tive treatment  of  the  streets  and  public  and  private  buildings.  The 
chief  points  of  decoration  are  at  the  four  corners  which  mark  the 
entrances  to  the  town  from  the  east  and  west.  Between  these  points 
extends  Russell  Street,  which  is  overhung  with  lines  of  flags  and 
banners,  that  mingle  with  the  abundant  foliage  of  the  thick-set  rows  of 
trees  on  either  side,  and  present  a  striking  effect  of  holiday  welcome. 
Houses  all  along  the  line  of  march  on  Middle  Street,  North  Lane 
and  West  Street  have  been  appropriately  decked  for  the  occasion. 
No  decorative  treatment  of  the  two  wide  streets  of  the  old  town 
could  be  attempted,  or  desired.  West  Street,  known  far  and  wide  as 
the  "Hadley  broad  street,"  is  one  of  the  most  famous  rural  streets 
in  the  world  for  its  width  and  the  beauty  of  its  great  elms.  This 
street  will  stand  during  the  celebration,  as  at  all  times,  as  a  chief 
attraction  and  glory  of  Old  Hadley.  Its  width  is  20  rods,  and  the 
astonishment  of  strangers  may  be  imagined  when  they  hear  the  street- 
car conductors  calling  both  the  east  side  and  the  west  side  of  West 
Street.  To  alight  on  the  wrong  side  of  this  street  is  quite  a  serious 
matter  in  the  entailment  of  extra  steps. 

West  Street  is  the  center  of  the  celebration  proceedings.  The 
great  celebration  tent,  having  a  capacity  of  2500  people,  has  been 
erected  in  the  midst  of  the  green  south  of  the  junction  with  Russell 
Street,  and  above  and  below  it  have  sprung  up  numerous  smaller 
tents,  which  are  used  for  the  serving  of  refreshments,  headquarters  of 
various  interests,  and  reunion  points  for  several  old  Hadley  families. 


6  Old  Hadley 

The  influx  of  celebration  visitors  began  early.  There  were 
crowds  of  curiosity  seekers,  besides  the  many  who  arrived  from 
distant  places  to  remain  throughout  the  celebration.  The  morning 
services  of  the  two  churches  were  attended  by  audiences  which  over- 
flowed the  historic  First  Church  and  St.  John's  Roman  Catholic 
Church.  In  the  former  the  pastor  preached  a  sermon  reviewing  the 
early  history  of  the  church.  In  the  latter  high  mass  was  celebrated 
by  Rev.  T.  P.  O'Connor  of  Northampton,  and  a  sermon  was 
preached  by  Rev.  Charles  L.  O'Brien  of  St.  Michael's  Cathedral, 
Springfield,  who  took  occasion  to  speak  of  the  lesson  of  good  citizen- 
ship called  to  mind  by  the  celebration.  Mrs.  John  R.  Callahan  had 
charge  of  the  music. 

As  the  hour  approached  for  the  opening  event  in  the  celebra- 
tion tent,  which  was  held  at  4  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  the  street 
railway  line  began  to  cope  with  an  overwhelming  rush.  Cars  were 
started  from  Northampton  every  15  minutes,  going  as  frequently  as 
the  turnouts  would  permit,  and  carried  loads  which  overflowed  on 
the  running  boards.  Automobiles  and  carriages  passed  over  the 
bridge  in  constant  procession,  and  from  Amherst  and  all  the  regions 
of  Hadley  there  was  a  steady  flow  of  visitors  in  every  kind  of  vehicle. 

The  meeting  was  a  commemoration  service,  at  which  the 
historic  glory  of  Hadley  and  New  England  was  reviewed.  The 
number  in  the  tent  was  estimated  at  2000,  and  hundreds  of  others 
heard  the  program  from  carriages  and  automobiles  grouped  about 
the  tent.  J.  R.  Callahan  of  Hadley  presided,  and  the  director  of  the 
music  was  Ralph  H.  Brigham  of  Northampton.  The  singing  was 
by  a  large  chorus  of  musicians  from  Hadley  and  the  neighboring 
towns,  numbering  about  100,  and  the  instrumental  music  was  by 
an  orchestra  of  25  pieces,  also  drawn  from  Hadley  and  the  vicinity 
towns.  The  first  of  the  vocal  numbers  was  a  festival  anthem,  "God 
of  the  Hills."  This  anthem  has  attracted  the  attention  of  all  musi- 
cians who  have  heard  it,  because  of  its  beauty  and  harmony.  The 
words  were  written  by  Miss  Susan  Woodbridge,  daughter  of  Dr. 
Woodbridge,  former  pastor  of  the  First  Church  in  Hadley,  and  were 
used  in  connection  with  the  200th  anniversary  celebration  of  the  town. 
They  have  been  put  to  music  for  this  occasion  by  Prof  R.  E.  Olm- 
stead  of  Smith  College.  The  hymn,  "God  of  Our  Fathers,"  the 
words  and  music  of  which  were  composed  by  Clarence  Hawkes, 
the  blind  poet,  followed  the  address  of  the  presiding  oflRcer. 

The  chairman  then  announced  a  surprise  number,  which  did 
not  appear  on  the  program  and  introduced  Harold  H.  Wells  of 
Lawrenceville,  N.  J.  Mr.  Wells  said  that  it  was  his  privilege  to 
announce  to  the  assemblage  that  his  grandfather,  William  A.  Baker 
of  Lawrenceville,  N.  J.,  thereby  presented  to  the  First  Church  of 


The   interior  o/   the  bii^   tent 


At   the  comer  of   West  and   Ritssell  Streets 


1  he   day  bejon 


Quarter  Millennial  7 

Hadley  a  clock  to  be  placed  in  the  tower  of  the  edifice  in  memory 
of  his  wife,  Mrs.  Charlotte  Reynolds  Baker.  Mrs.  Baker  was  for 
many  years  a  member  of  the  Hadley  First  Church  and  had  often 
expressed  a  desire  to  attend  the  250th  anniversary  celebration,  as 
she  had  attended  the  200th  anniversary  celebration.  But  her  depart- 
ure from  this  life  had  occurred  last  September.  The  announcement 
by  Mr.  Wells  was  received  with  enthusiasm,  and  Dr.  F.  H.  Smith, 
chairman  of  the  celebration  committee,  called  for  three  cheers  for 
the  Hadley  town  clock,  which  were  given  with  a  will. 

The  celebration  is  in  the  hands  of  a  list  of  committees,  which 
have  been  engaged  in  well-organized  work  for  several  months. 

The  list  follows : — 

Executive — Dr.  F.  H.  Smith  (chairman),  E.  S.  Allen  (secretary 
and  treasurer),  O.  W.  Prouty,  R.  M.  Smith  and  James  Byron. 

Genealogical — Mrs.  R.  L.  Cook  (chairman),  Mrs.  A.  E.  Cook, 
Mrs.  Reuben  Bell,  Mrs.  F.  S.  Reynolds. 

Invitation — Miss  Agnes  Ayres  (chairman),  Mrs.  H.  F.  Cook, 
Miss  Mary  Callahan,  Miss  Bertha  Montague,  Miss  Jennie  Richardson. 

Street  improvement — R.  S.  Gaylord,  (chairman)  James  Byron, 
Edward  Lyons,  A.  S.  Searle,  Frank  Pelissier,  James  Pendergast,  A. 
J.  Randall,  J.  A.  Crosier,  Robert  McQueston. 

Parade — Clarence  Hawkes  (chairman),  A.  C.  Howe,  G.  Fred 
Pelissier,  E.  J.  Aldrich,  Franklin  Heald,  L.  R.  Smith,  Mrs.  E.  S. 
Johnson,  John  Field,  R.  M.  Smith,  W.  T.  Ryan,  Frank  Pelissier. 

Press — Clifton  Johnson  (chairman),  F.  E.  Heald. 

Art  exhibit — Elbridge  Kingsley  (chairman). 

Hospitality — Mrs.  Homer  F.  Cook  (chairman).  Miss  Emily 
Aldrich,  Miss  Laura  Cook,  Miss  Mary  Gates,  Lawrence  Randall. 

Music — Homer  F.  Cook  (chairman),  J.  Maxwell  Clark,  James 
Connelly,  Miss  Nellie  Scanlon,  A.  S.  Searle,  Mrs.  E.  P.  West, 
Mrs.  William  Phillips. 

Historical  exhibit — Mrs.  F.  H.  Smith  (chairman),  Mrs.  R.  M. 
Smith,  Mrs.  J.  W.  Clark,  Miss  Elizabeth  Thayer,  Mrs.  C.  P.  Wood, 
Miss  Jennie  West,  A.  J.  Randall,  A.  S.  Doyle,  Henry  Cook,  Emerson 
Searle. 

Official  Photographer— J.  M.  Clark. 

HISTORICAL  SERMON 

Preached  tn  the  First  Church  by  the  pastor.  Rev.  Thomas  A.  Emerson 
Other  men  labored,  and  ye  are  entered  into  their  labors. — John  4:38. 

Our  fathers  built  this  town  and  made  it  the  unit  of  our  political 
life  as  a  state.  We  have  been  constructing  a  wonderful  nation,  and 
our  commonwealth  has  had  a  large  share  in  its  up-building. 


8  Old  Hadley 

It  is  fortunate  for  our  local  history  that  it  had  such  a  student  and 
antiquarian  as  Mr.  Sylvester  Judd;  a  man  of  fine  intellectual  power, 
of  humor,  of  imagination,  of  tender  sensibility  to  the  influence  of 
nature,  and  plentifully  endowed  with  the  habit  of  patient  research  and 
carefulness  in  details.  We  owe  much  also  to  the  Rev.  Rowland 
Ayres,  who  during  forty  years  of  labor  for  this  people  had  the  his- 
toric spirit  deeply  stirred  within  him. 

But,  while  we  are  thankful  to  these  men  for  gathering  this 
material,  we  ask  now  what  is  the  essential  and  primary  significance 
of  the  story  of  Hadley  ^  What  was  it  that  made  Hadley  an  important 
and  large  part  of  all  that  the  state  has  meant  to  the  world  ? 

Let  us  consider  the  condition  of  affairs  in  Connecticut  which 
led  our  fathers  to  leave  their  comfortable  homes  to  establish  a  town 
and  church  in  this  wilderness.  Two  causes  may  be  mentioned. 
The  first  concerns  the  rights  of  the  minority  in  the  First  Church  in 
Hartford.  The  question  was  as  to  the  choice  of  a  pastor.  Meetings 
were  held  and  the  majority  did  not  allow  the  candidate  of  the  minor- 
ity to  be  voted  for.  Doubtless  there  were  faults  on  each  side.  After 
a  protracted  season  of  strife,  the  minority  withdrew  and  planned  to 
come  to  Massachusetts.  A  second  cause  of  removal  is  seen  in  the 
church  in  Wethersfield.  A  debate  arose  as  to  the  Lord's  Supper. 
The  town  or  ecclesiastical  society  held  that  respectable  persons  not 
having  any  religious  experience  might  partake  of  it,  and  secure  bap- 
tism for  their  children.  The  pastor,  Mr.  Russell,  and  a  large  major- 
ity of  the  church  opposed  this  view,  holding  that  the  sacrament  was 
only  for  those  who  knew  something  of  the  redeeming  love  of  God 
through  Jesus  Christ.  The  town  adhered  to  their  opinion,  refused 
all  material  aid  to  the  church  and  declared  the  pulpit  vacant.  As 
the  General  Court  decided  that  there  could  not  be  a  rival  religious 
organization  in  that  town,  nothing  remained  but  to  leave;  and  so 
Rev.  John  Russell  and  eight  members  of  the  church  started  in  May, 
1659,  on  the  journey  to  this  place. 

In  the  course  of  that  summer  and  the  next  spring  the  contingent 
from  Hartford  arrived.  Here  our  early  fathers  contended  for  a  full 
discussion,  the  rights  of  a  minority  and  a  pure  church. 

Think  now  of  the  position  of  this  new  colony.  There  was  no 
town  north  of  us  at  the  time  of  incorporation,  and  this  was  a  frontier 
settlement  for  many  years  with  all  that  it  involved  of  anxiety  and 
want  and  loneliness. 

It  is  a  matter  of  some  interest  to  note  the  average  age  of  the  set- 
tlers in  1659.  John  Russell  was  32;  Samuel  Gardner,  44;  Chiliab 
Smith,  24;  Richard  Montague,  45;  Aaron  Cook,  19;  John  Marsh, 
39;   Samuel  l*orter,  30;  Joseph  Kellogg,  32.     There  were  older  men 


Quarter  Millennial  9 

such  as  Richard  Goodman,  50,  but  the  average  age  was  33  years 
and  that  is  called  the  full  vigor  of  early  middle  life. 

From  the  very  first  our  fathers  planned  for  worship.  They  met 
each  Sunday  in  a  private  house  and  paid  a  tax  for  the  maintenance 
of  the  minister.  For  the  purpose  of  building  a  house  for  God  com- 
mittees were  appointed  in  1661,  the  frame  was  raised,  a  little  work 
was  done  each  year,  and  in  1670  it  was  ready  for  use.  It  stood  on 
the  green  in  West  Street  near  the  north  end.  This  meeting  house 
was  used  for  44  years,  when  a  second  one  was  built.  It  was  on  the 
same  street,  placed  on  the  spot  where  steam  cars  now  pass  daily. 
For  94  years  the  people  worshipped  in  it.  Then  the  third  meeting 
house  on  West  Street  was  dedicated.  It  was  moved  to  this  spot  in 
1840  and  is  one  of  the  historic  buildings  of  Massachusetts.  Long 
may  the  people  gather  within  its  walls  for  worship,  being  helped  on 
to  God  and  righteousness! 

The  first  five  ministers  of  the  town  were  Russell,  Chauncey, 
Williams,  Hopkins  and  Woodbridge,  whose  pastorate  extended  to 
1830.  Of  these,  John  Russell  is  the  most  widely  known.  He  was 
born  in  England,  and  graduated  at  Harvard  College,  his  rank  being 
fourth  in  a  class  of  seven.  He  was  22  years  old  when  he  began  to 
preach  at  Wethersfield,  spending  ten  fruitful  years  in  that  town. 
Then  pastor  and  people  came  to  Hadley  where  he  labored  till  his 
death  in  1692.  As  a  pastor  he  was  active  and  faithful.  As  a  thinker 
he  had  strong  convictions,  and  he  was  able  to  put  his  thoughts  in 
sinewy  English  and  make  his  points  very  clear.  He  was  greatly 
honored  by  the  State,  being  chosen  to  preach  the  Election  Sermon 
before  the  Governor  and  General  Court  in  1665.  What  con- 
stancy, what  fearlessness  he  manifested  in  making  a  home  for  the 
Regicides  when  a  price  was  set  on  their  heads,  and  his  own  life 
would  have  been  forfeited  if  once  the  agents  of  the  King  got  on 
his  track! 

He  was  followed  by  Isaac  Chauncey,  who  for  fifty  years  "allured 
to  brighter  worlds  and  led  the  way."  He  was  a  graduate  of  Harvard 
College,  in  rank  being  first  in  a  class  of  fifteen.  At  25  he  began  his 
pastorate  in  Hadley  and  his  long  service  continued  to  1745.  He 
is  described  as  a  good  scholar,  an  orator  of  more  than  usual  gifts, 
very  earnest  in  the  pulpit  and  accustomed  to  put  pathos  into  sermons. 

Mr.  Chauncey  was  a  liberal  theologian,  and  more  than  once  he 
invited  the  distinguished  orator  from  England,  Rev.  George  \\  hite- 
field,  to  preach  in  Hadley.  \\  e  are  told  that  the  leading  men  in  some 
near  towns  would  not  allow  Whitefield  to  preach  there,  but  many 
people  came  to  Northampton  and  Hadley  to  hear  him.  He  had  a 
rich,  magnificent  voice  of  great  compass,  so  that  on  the  day  in  Octo- 
ber that  he  preached  in  Hadley,  he  was  heard  in  Hatfield. 


10  Old  Hadley 

After  Mr.  Chauncey  comes  Chester  Williams.  He  was  a  gradu- 
ate of  Yale,  23  years  old,  plain  in  speech  in  the  pulpit  and  in  con- 
versation. But  he  was  so  earnest  as  a  preacher  and  was  so  active 
in  the  parish  that  the  people  esteemed  him  for  the  work's  sake. 

Next  came  Samuel  Hopkins,  a  graduate  of  Yale,  beginning  his 
work  here  at  26.  He  was  slow  of  speech  in  the  pulpit  and  without 
gesture;  but  his  social  qualities  were  such  as  won  the  people,  and 
made  him  a  welcome  guest  in  every  home  in  town.  His  conver- 
sation was  full  of  wit,  yet  though  he  could  be  facetious  he  never  was 
undignified.  For  fifty-five  years  he  was  the  shepherd  of  this  flock. 
If  he  possessed  little  of  the  popular  element  of  that  imaginative 
fervor  which  glows  with  inward  fire  and  sweeps  its  way  through  a 
sermon  on  radiant  wing,  he  was  always  clear  and  sagacious  as  a 
reasoner  and  sound  in  judgment. 

As  colleague  with  Dr.  Hopkins  during  the  last  year  of  his  life, 
Mr.  John  Woodbridge  was  ordained  in  1810.  After  graduating 
with  first  honors  at  Williams  College  he  studied  law  with  Jonathan 
Porter,  Esq.,  on  West  Street,  and  later  in  the  office  of  Hon.  George 
Bliss  of  Springfield.  But  neither  legal  nor  political  honors  in  pros- 
pect satisfied  him.  He  had  a  stirring  within  him  which  turned  mind 
and  heart  toward  the  pastorate,  and  after  studying  theology,  Mr. 
Woodbridge  began  his  pastorate  at  the  age  of  twenty-five. 

He  had  a  strong,  penetrating  intellect,  a  retentive  memory,  a 
ready  command  of  language  and  a  fertile  imagination,  refined  by 
culture.  Energetic  in  delivery  and  sometimes  passionate  he  made 
every  one  feel  his  earnestness  and  sincerity. 

Dr.  Woodbridge  found  this  church  rather  small  in  congregation 
and  in  membership,  and  weak  in  interest.  When  he  left  this  pastor- 
ate for  New  York  City,  there  were  418  names  on  the  roll,  and  the 
house  was  full  of  people.  His  reputation  as  a  preacher  had  gone  far 
and  wide.  He  was  often  invited  to  preach  at  Williams  College  and 
at  Amherst  College  and  without  doubt  he  was  the  keenest  thinker 
and  ablest  preacher  in  this  part  of  the  state. 

These  five  ministers  of  the  town  were  able  and  noble  men.  The 
work  left  by  these  pastors  was  taken  up  by  Dr.  Brown  and  others, 
especially  by  Dr.  Ayres — a  man  among  men. 

Notice  now  some  services  rendered  by  this  church  and  town  to 
the  state.  The  first  three  quarters  of  a  century  in  the  life  of  this 
church  fell  upon  times  of  intense  religious  discussion  relating  to 
church  polity.  In  some  of  these  discussions  Mr.  Russell  took  a 
prominent  part,  and  also  Mr.  Chauncey.  The  words  they  spoke,  and 
the  part  they  took  exerted  a  great  influence  in  the  colony. 

This  town  and  church  rendered  good  service  in  the  French  and 
Indian  wars.     A  frontier  town  for  many  years,  the  people  of  Hadley 


I  tidiau 


Log  schoolhoitse 


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knew  what  danger  was,  and  their  courage  and  sacrificing  spirit  were 
equal  to  anv  emergency.  The  battle  of  Bunker  Hill  roused  the  far- 
mers of  this  village  and  soon  many  men  were  on  their  way  to  Cam- 
bridge. From  Bennington  to  Yorktown  men  from  this  church  and 
town  faithfully  followed  the  armies  of  ^^  ashington  to  victory. 

No  less  in  the  Civil  War  did  this  congregation  and  town  do  ser- 
vice for  the  State  and  Nation. 

Now  I  ask  the  question:  what  were  the  causes  at  work  making 
possible  the  settlement  of  this  town  and  its  ser\'ice  to  the  State  ? 

First,  above  all:  The  inspiration  and  guidance  of  Almighty 
God.  He  was  their  hope;  their  guide  in  the  wilderness;  their 
shield,  their  fortress,  their  high  tower. 

Second.  The  struggle  in  England  for  a  constitutional  govern- 
ment and  a  pure  church  made  our  fathers  strong  for  liberty,  made 
them  earnest  in  faith. 

Third.  The  fact  that  this  settlement  was  far  from  the  sea- 
coast,  awa\^  from  the  great  centers  of  vital  touch  and  thinking  made 
this  people  self-reliant. 

Fourth.  The  scenery  of  this  valley — who  can  deny  its  influ- 
ence upon  those  men  and  women  r  These  eternal  mountains,  these 
fertile  meadows  and  uplands  responding  so  fully  to  the  plough  and 
hoe,  furnishing  abundant  food  for  man  and  beast;  stately  trees;  the 
cold  of  winter,  the  heat  of  summer — God  spoke  through  all,  influenc- 
ing heart  and  mind. 

So  may  it  ever  be.  May  children  and  children's  children  find 
this  house  a  Bethel  where  God  dwells,  ever  looking  upon  this  beau- 
tiful world  as  instinct  with  God,  and  thus  be  led  to  hearty  faith  in 
Jesus  Christ  and  to  holy  noble  lives. 

ADDRESS   INTRODUCING   THE  AFTERNOON 

SPEAKERS 

Bx   J.  R    Callahan,  Esu. 

If  we  survey  tlie  history  of  mankind  we  will  find  that  all  races 
or  branches  of  the  human  family  have  assembled  on  certain  and 
regular  occasions  to  call  up  the  past,  to  recount  the  deeds  of  their 
ancestors,  to  pay  tribute  to  their  glorious  achievements  and  to  draw 
from  them  some  lessons  of  inspiration  for  the  future.  It  is  a  law  of 
nature,  as  universal  as  the  world  itself;  for  all  people  seem  impelled 
now  and  then  to  rest  from  their  worldly  labors,  to  renew  the  scenes 
of  their  childhood,  and  learn  the  manner  and  deeds  of  their  kind 
who  have  won  fame  and  honor  in  the  battle  of  life  and  left  their  foot- 
prints in  the  sands  of  time.  These  customs  have  been  observed  in 
every  land  where  liberty  has  found  a  home.     In  distant  Scotland 


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where  the  heather  blooms  and  the  bluebells  hang  from  the  ruined 
castle  tower;  in  old  England  where  the  blush  of  the  rose  is  seen  on 
the  maiden's  cheek;  and  in  Ireland  where  for  centuries  her  people 
have  kept  the  memory  of  her  patriots  as  green  as  nature  has  kept 
the  land  itself.  Therefore  the  occasion  which  calls  us  together  is  one 
interesting  to  us  all. 

Hadley,  like  many  another  old  New  England  town  has  sent  forth 
much  that  is  best  in  American  character,  life  and  spirit.  New 
England's  sons  have  become  the  pioneers  and  founders  of  great 
states  and  industries.  The  wealth  of  New  England  has  built  the 
railroads,  developed  the  mines,  built  up  the  great  cities  and  culti- 
vated the  prairies  of  the  West,  whose  products  have  made  the  nation 
rich  and  great.  We  may  well  say  to  our  Western  friends,  "When 
you  were  young  and  struggling,  we  fed  and  nursed  you.  Today,  we 
expect  your  good  will,  and  that  the  stream  of  manhood  and  wealth 
should  turn  in  its  course  back  over  the  rugged  mountains  and  val- 
leys and  seek  once  more  its  home." 

There  is  none  "with  soul  so  dead"  as  not  to  be  moved  today 
by  the  inspiring  thought  that  this  is  his  own,  his  native  town.  But 
patriotism  is  not  a  narrow  affection  for  the  place  where  we  were 
born.  It  is  not  a  preference  for  the  meadows,  green  fields,  broad 
streets  and  stately  trees,  the  rivers  and  mountains  that  delighted  our 
youth.  It  is  rather  an  ideal.  It  observes  all  social  laws,  because  they 
are  virtuous,  because  we  see  in  them  the  image  of  our  country's 
honor.  There  may  be  more  true  heroism  in  great  catastrophies  of 
fire  and  flood,  of  plague  and  famine,  than  in  conflicts  of  arms;  so 
there  may  be  a  patriotism  not  merely  worshipful  of  the  government, 
but  considerate  of  the  individual  and  social  life  of  the  community. 
It  is  the  earnest,  faithful  and  honest  man  in  everyday  life,  who  has 
made  our  country  great.  The  victories  of  the  colonists  will  be  for- 
gotten long  before  their  sacrifice  and  devotion  to  principle  have  gone 
from  our  memories. 

The  patriots  of  old  were  men  of  God.  The  first  town  meeting 
in  the  cabin  of  the  Mayflower  opened  with  prayer,  and  that  honored 
custom  has  been  preserved  to  the  present  day.  Over  the  combatants 
of  Louisburg,  the  waving  banner  had  inscribed  upon  it  a  sacred 
device.  The  battle  of  Ticonderoga  was  won  in  the  name  of  Jehovah 
and  the  Continental  Congress.  The  Liberty  Bell  had  engraved  upon 
it  a  text  of  scripture.  The  men  of  Lexington  before  the  fight  knelt 
in  their  farmhouses  to  pray,  and  the  Continentals  fought  with  Bibles 
in  their  knapsacks.  So  the  godliness  which  exalteth  a  nation  has 
come  down  to  us  from  them  as  a  sacred  heritage  and  an  inspiration 
and  incentive  to  a  patriotism  which  has  been  an  embodiment  of  all 
that  is  best  and  highest  in  morals  and  religion. 


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When  you  return  to  the  old  town  today  you  see  many  homes  of 
the  early  settlers  occupied  by  aliens  and  the  children  of  aliens.  The 
descendants  of  the  early  settlers  have  been  called  elsewhere  to  perform 
life's  duties.  I  think  there  is  no  cause  for  alarm  on  account  of  this 
change.  We  may  well  recall  the  words  of  Patrick  Henry  uttered  in 
a  Virginia  convention  a  century  and  a  quarter  ago  in  suggesting 
the  course  for  this  country  to  pursue.  He  said,  "  Our  land  is  covered 
with  great  forests,  the  earth  is  loaded  with  rich  treasures  hidden  in 
its  bosom,  which  must  be  developed,  its  forests  must  be  cleared 
away  and  the  lumber  made  into  ships  to  afford  a  means  of  transpor- 
tation for  our  products  to  foreign  nations  and  in  defending  us  from 
foreign  foes.  Our  mines  must  be  developed,  our  waters  made  navig- 
able; but  how  are  we  to  do  these  things  f  We  must  have  men. 
How  are  we  to  get  them  ?  Open  our  doors  and  they  will  come  in. 
Thousands  upon  thousands,  millions  upon  millions  are  standing 
upon  tiptoes  looking  with  anxious  and  wistful  eyes  towards  us,  long- 
ing to  enter  this  land  of  opportunity,  to  leave  the  land  where  they 
have  been  held  in  bondage  for  years." 

His  advice  was  followed.  How  true  has  been  his  prophecy  as 
to  the  results.  Thousands  upon  thousands  came  to  every  city  and 
town,  and  American  citizens  have  been  made  of  them  equal  to  the 
best.  Immigration  is  not  to  be  feared.  It  is  the  character  of  immigra- 
tion that  we  should  guard.  This  country  has  always  been  the  home 
for  the  ambitious,  liberty  loving,  downtrodden  people  of  every 
nation.  They  have  come  to  this  town  in  large  numbers  for  the  last 
seventy-five  years  and  more,  and  have  helped  to  build  it  up,  doing 
their  share  towards  its  maintenance.  They  came  here  with  the  same 
objects  in  view  that  the  early  settlers  came  with,  and  they  worked  hard 
and  made  the  most  of  their  opportunities.  But  this  country  should 
not  be  made  an  asylum  of  the  criminal  and  diseased.  With  these 
evils  eliminated,  however,  the  doorways  to  this  country  should  be 
kept  wide  open. 

Love  of  one's  own  town  is  one  of  the  noblest  motives  underlying 
good  citizenship.  The  origin  and  growth  of  a  New  England  town 
like  Hadley,  with  its  old  dwellings,  its  mountains,  rivers  and  mead- 
ows, its  ancient  elms  and  broad  streets,  its  heirlooms  and  antiques, 
is  a  subject  interesting  to  us  all.  Your  parents  and  mine  left  to 
us  a  sacred  heritage  when  they  left  us  a  home  in  this  town,  and 
we  should  prove  ourselves  worthy  sons  and  daughters  of  worthy 
sires.  We  have  inherited  liberty  of  thought,  the  right  to  worship 
God  according  to  the  dictates  of  conscience,  and  their  noble  examples 
will  always  be  an  inspiration  to  us.  Nor  shall  their  work  be  for 
naught,  nor  the  reward  of  their  sacrifices  fail  them,  for  high  in  the 
firmament  of  human  destiny  are  set  the  stars  of  faith  in  mankind 


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and  unselfish  courage  and  loyalty  to  the  ideal.  And  while  these 
virtues  shine,  the  work  begun  two  hundred  and  fifty  years  ago  and 
so  well  carried  on  to  the  present  day,  will  never  fail,  and  the  memory 
of  their  Americanism,  their  patriotism,  will  be  saved  from  the  de- 
stroying hand  of  time. 

THE  RELIGIOUS  HISTORY  OF  THE   TOWN 

By  Rev.  Walter  de  Forest  Johnson 
Rector  of  Christ  Protestant  Episcopal  Church,  Brooklyn,  N.  T. 

Students  of  the  life  of  the  plants  and  flowers  tell  us  that  they 
are  distributed  over  the  face  of  the  earth  by  means  of  the  wafting 
winds  which  carry  the  seeds  for  miles  through  the  air.  Sometimes 
the  seed  is  borne  on  feathery  wings;  often  the  fine  and  light  material 
that  speeds  them  on  is  of  balloon-like  structure.  Birds  of  the  air 
are  said  to  transport  them  in  their  long  flights  across  the  country, 
and  the  four  corners  of  our  hemisphere  have  thus  an  established 
mode  of  intercommunion  and  interchange  of  fructifying  principles. 
By  means  of  these  various  channels  of  communication  there  is  set 
forward  a  principle  that  makes  for  diversity  as  well  as  likeness,  and 
the  whole  scheme  is  for  the  better  fructifying  and  carpeting  of  the 
land  with  the  fruits  and  grasses  and  flowers. 

In  similar  ways  are  the  trees  of  our  forests  transplanted.  The 
germ  in  the  acorn,  the  pollen  that  flies  into  the  bud  and  brings  life 
in  plant  and  flower  and  tree;  the  bee  that  while  busy  about  his  busi- 
ness of  gathering  his  winter  store  of  food,  dusts  with  his  pollen-cov- 
ered wings  the  interior  of  the  calyx,  each  and  all  illustrate  the 
many  and  secret  ways  in  which  the  influences  proceeding  from 
the  towns  and  villages  of  New  England  have  made  the  land  to  blos- 
som and  to  flower  with  the  ideals  of  freedom  and  equality  under  the 
law,  that  have  been  the  peculiar  possession  of  this  section  of  our 
great  country. 

The  old  towns  themselves  seem  not  to  have  progressed  in  any 
marked  degree  in  the  line  of  what  we  call  modern  progress.  Their 
work  in  this  direction  was  finished  more  than  a  hundred  years  ago. 
Yet,  throughout  the  length  and  breadth  of  the  United  States,  across 
the  seas,  yes,  around  the  world  are  felt  and  followed  the  influences, 
formative  and  inspirational,  that  here  had  their  birth. 

Though  the  rooftree  no  longer  may  cover  the  descendants  of 
the  early  settlers  and  though  an  alien  people  may  come  and  take 
possession  of  the  field  and  farm,  still  is  the  work  which  was  done 
here  no  less  potent;  the  sound  of  the  voice  no  less  clear  than  if  those 
heroic  figures  strode  our  venerable   and   historic  streets   and  with 


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their  kindly  hospitality  and  dignified  yet  gracious  mien  cheered  our 
hearts  by  their  veritable  presence  amongst  us  today. 

The  religious  and  political  ideals  that  were  here  fostered  are 
a  "possession  forever"  of  all  the  American  people.  The  deeds  of 
heroic  sacrifice  with  which  these  homes  were  won  in  the  heart  of  a 
wilderness,  and  in  constant  peril  from  a  savage  foe,  and  despite 
the  hard  conditions  of  mere  existence,  the  patience  and  self-denial 
in  the  face  of  every  danger  and  discouragement,  all  these  have  not 
perished,  nor  can  they  perish.  The  Old  Hadley  spirit  lives  and  leav- 
ens the  mass  of  the  people  of  the  whole  land.  It  resides  not  merely 
in  this  lovely  valley;  it  lurks  not  hidden  in  the  orchard  and  haunts 
not  the  venerable  houses,  but  it  makes  its  influence  felt  in  unseen 
and  unsuspected  ways.  Though  the  details  of  historic  fact  may 
pass  from  the  memory  of  man,  yet  upon  the  tablets  of  the  human 
soul  the  spirit  of  the  elder  time  is  impressed,  as  upon  imperishable 
bronze,  and  continues  to  win  its  victories  and  gain  its  due  measure  of 
reward. 

A  recent  celebration  of  national  interest  has  recalled  a  book 
which  is  of  comparatively  recent  date  and  written  by  a  distin- 
guished Frenchman  entitled  "Anglo  Saxon  Superiority."  In  this 
book  the  writer  points  out  the  radical  differences  between  the  Celtic 
and  the  Saxon  character  in  dealing  with  the  occupation  of  the  new 
world  and  other  colonial  territories.  The  Frenchman  was  the  explorer, 
the  gallant  and  intrepid  adventurer.  He  lived  by  the  chase  and  he 
grasped  with  open  hand  at  large  stretches  of  land,  only  to  lose  them 
again  on  account  of  the  inherent  weakness  of  his  own  native  char- 
acteristics in  dealing  with  such  problems.  He  dreamed  of  wide 
empires  for  France,  and  glory  undimmed  for  her  name,  and  power 
reaching  round  the  world.  He  was  bold  and  daring,  brilliant  in 
perception  and  understanding,  yet,  in  administration  he  failed, 
because  of  the  fact  that  he  was  not  a  home  builder,  his  grasp  upon 
his  new  possessions  was  wide  but  not  sure.  He  was  a  soldier  of 
France  filled  with  hopes  of  glory;  he  was  a  priest  burning  with  zeal 
for  the  salvation  of  barbaric  souls;  he  was  a  scientist  willing  and 
ready  to  die  for  the  truth;  lastly  he  became  an  official,  content  with 
the  details  of  administration,  rather  than  occupied  with  the  real 
labors  of  colonization.  And  so  he  failed  and  still  fails  to  profit  by 
his  genius  for  discovery  and  his  power  of  supreme  self-sacrifice. 

The  Saxon,  however,  was  a  true  home  builder  and  tiller  of  the 
ground.  He  raised  the  rooftree  of  the  farm,  he  allotted  the  land, 
his  grasp  upon  the  soil  was  firm  and  sure.  Where  he  built  his  home 
there  we  find  him  and  his  descendants  after  him  from  generation 
to  generation.  His  progress  was  necessarily  slow,  but  it  was  that  of 
the  glacier;  what  he  once  gained,  that  he  held  with  inexorable  grasp. 


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He  established  centers  of  civilizing  influence;  he  built  churches  and 
schools;  he  founded  towns  and  cities;  he  felled  the  forests  and 
erected  homes,  farms,  mills;  he  made  lasting  abodes,  he  established 
permanent  governments.  In  all  this  work  we  see  displayed  a  grim 
determination  which  nothing  but  death  itself  could  possibly  alter. 

It  was  a  religious  motive  that  impelled  these  early  settlers  of 
our  own  lovely  valley  to  leave  their  homes  and  firesides  in  the 
mother  country.  It  was  the  impulse  of  a  political  creed  in  the 
process  of  formation  that  made  their  arms  grow  strong  in  the  pur- 
suit of  their  high  purposes.  Under  the  influence  of  the  "Great 
Awakening"  in  Europe  there  took  place  a  readjustment  of  the 
old  and  worn-out  interpretations  of  the  spirit  of  the  Christian 
religion,  which  could  not  be  confined  by  the  conservatism  of  the 
powers  that  then  were.  And  so  our  forefathers  sought  in  this  new 
and  unknown  land  a  scope  for  the  expansion  of  their  religious  ideals 
and  political  hopes.  Far  from  all  disturbing  and  opposing  factors 
they  built  a  new  nation,  they  erected  a  new  church,  untrammeled 
by  the  archaic  political  ideas  of  the  old  world  and  freed  from  the 
prevailing  narrowness  of  vision  of  the  home  church. 

And  in  the  doing  of  this  great  work  they  not  only  established 
their  ideals  in  the  hearts  and  minds  of  the  people  who  were  to  come 
after  them  here  in  the  western  hemisphere,  but  there  came  also  an 
influence  like  some  great  reactionary  wave  which  cast  itself  back 
again  upon  the  home  land  and  reached  far  into  the  interior  of  the 
continent  of  Europe,  bearing  purifying  and  ennobling  influences 
upon  its  crest. 

The  first  settlers  of  old  Hadley  came  from  Hartford,  Connecti- 
cut, where  they  with  others  had  established  themselves  in  1635,  to 
this  then  far-off^  section  in  a  spirit  of  protest  against  the  tendency 
toward  increasing  liberalism  in  the  church  at  Hartford.  A  true 
theocracy  was  what  they  sought,  one  fixed  and  determined  in  every 
possible  particular  by  the  leading  of  the  Holy  Bible.  The  scriptures 
were  still  comparatively  new  as  open  books  to  the  world  of  unlettered 
men.  And  in  their  acceptation  of  them  as  the  word  of  God  and  as 
containing  all  things  necessary  to  salvation  in  another  world,  they 
also  firmly  regarded  them  as  the  infallible  guide  of  human  society 
and  of  the  State.  They  exercised  their  new-found  right  of  private 
judgment  to  the  extreme,  and  it  was  therefore  natural  that  divisions 
of  opinion  should  soon  arise.  Yet  out  of  these  very  divisions  and 
differences  and  the  tenacity  with  which  they  were  held,  came  the 
widening  of  the  occupation  of  the  lands  and  the  building  of  the  sev- 
eral commonwealths. 

It  strikes  the  modern  mind  as  peculiar  that  men  should  have 
made  so  much  of  differences  of  opinion  about  matters  that  seem  to 


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us  nowadays  of  small  concern.  We  are  not  surprised  to  find  that  the 
descendants  of  the  very  men  who  once  found  Hartford  too  liberal  in 
less  than  100  years  found  Northampton  too  narrow.  The  men  who 
came  here  on  account  of  their  stricter  notions  as  to  what  constituted 
the  right  to  the  privileges  of  baptism  and  church  communion  would 
have  no  doubt  been  shocked  at  the  laxity  of  their  grandchildren 
on  the  very  point  which  had  been  formerly  at  issue. 

But  it  was  that  they  might  have  the  privilege  of  ordering  their 
church  affairs  according  to  the  light  of  their  own  understandings 
and  interpretations  of  Holy  Writ  that  these  men  left  the  homes  and 
lands  which  they  had  only  shortly  before  acquired  in  Hartford  and 
went  forth  to  find  a  new  home  further  in  the  heart  of  the  wilderness. 
And  so  at  last  we  find  them  selecting  this  garden  spot  amidst  the  glory 
of  its  surrounding  hills,  with  the  winding  Connecticut  ever  lapping 
their  fertile  fields,  here  establishing  their  town  site  and  their  homes 
and  their  church  and  their  school  and  ordering  all  upon  the  basis 
of  the  rules  of  church  government  which  their  congregation  deemed 
scriptural  and  true,  in  the  early  year  of  1659. 

For  the  first  152  years  of  the  town's  history  the  church  had  only 
four  settled  pastors  to  rule  over  it  and  guide  the  little  settlement 
on  its  way.  The  position  of  these  ministers  of  the  elder  towns  was 
somewhat  unique.  Here  was  a  social  center  of  civic  activity  in 
which  all  the  free  men  must  by  law  be  members  of  the  church. 
Church  membership  alone  conferred  the  right  of  suffrage  in  the  town 
meeting.  This  of  necessity  placed  the  parson,  generally  one  of  the 
best  educated  men  in  the  town,  in  a  position  of  advanced  leader- 
ship. The  congregation  rose  when  he  entered  the  meeting  house. 
He  was  not  called  Reverend,  but  Mr.  His  voice  aroused  the  settlers 
to  their  high  tasks,  educational  and  churchly  as  well.  He  corre- 
sponded with  the  Council  of  the  State  and  with  the  Governor  about 
the  affairs  of  the  settlement.  He  warned  of  the  perils  daily  growing 
more  imminent  on  account  of  the  increasing  hostility  of  the  savage 
tribes  of  bloodthirsty  Indians  that  surrounded  them  on  every  hand. 
He  protested  against  the  interference  of  the  Crown  with  the  progress 
of  local  self-government.  He  applied  the  spur  to  the  people  in  their 
corporate  life,  was  a  stimulus  in  all  their  enterprises,  and  the  guide 
and  mentor  of  their  moral  and  civic,  as  well  as  spiritual  lives. 

No  more  fortunate  choice  of  a  minister  to  preside  over  the  town 
under  such  conditions  could  have  been  made  than  was  made  in 
the  selection  of  the  Rev.  John  Russell,  one  of  the  early  graduates  of 
Harvard  College,  who  served  33  years  as  the  pastor  of  the  congre- 
gation. As  the  great  historian  of  Hadley,  Sylvester  Judd,  says, 
"Mr.  Russell  at  \\  ethersfield,  his  first  charge,  was  ardent  and  reso- 
lute, and  sometimes  indiscreet.     He  had  warm  friends  and  powerful 


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opposers.  At  Hadley  he  appears  to  have  been  an  active  and  faith- 
ful pastor.  His  firmness  and  decision  of  character  are  seen  in  his 
persevering  efforts  in  favor  of  the  Hopkins  School.  His  fearlessness 
and  constancy  were  manifested  in  his  protection  and  concealment 
for  many  years  of  Whalley  and  Goffe,  whom  he  truly  viewed  as 
sufferers  in  the  cause  of  civil  liberty." 

How  well  this  faithfulness  and  devotion  was  rewarded,  and  the 
subterfuges  and  hardships  of  these  concealed  and  miserable  men, 
who  were  suffering  for  a  principle,  were  justified  is  shown  by  the 
well  known  and  remarkable  deliverance  of  the  people  in  an  hour  of 
grave  peril  of  the  Indians,  by  General  Goffe  who  came  from  his 
retirement  long  enough  to  warn  and  direct  the  terrified  settlers,  and 
who  went  back  again  to  his  place  of  concealment  in  such  a  deft  and 
quiet  way  as  to  make  the  people  believe  that  the  venerable  man  with 
his  long,  white  beard  was  an  angel  sent  of  God,  who  had  delivered 
them  from  the  cruel  hands  of  their  adversaries. 

The  ministers  were  given  their  share  of  the  town  lots  and  their 
manse.  They  conducted  their  estates  in  much  the  same  way  their 
neighbors  did.  They  were  paid  good  salaries  for  the  times  in  the 
produce  of  the  land,  at  the  charge  of  the  whole  community.  How 
closely  the  people  followed  the  language  of  the  Bible  in  their  religious 
services  is  seen  in  the  fact  that  the  marriage  ceremony  was  conducted 
for  many  years  without  religious  sanction  and  that  the  burial  of  the 
i  dead  was  without  either  scripture  reading  or  prayer  on  the  ground 
/  that  no  justification  could  be  found  for  these  practices  of  the  Church 
in  the  old  world  in  the  Holy  Scriptures,  and  so  they  deprived  them- 
selves of  the  sanction  of  the  one  and  the  comfort  of  the  other.  But 
without  the  sanction  of  the  Church  in  the  service  of  marriage  there 
was  but  one  divorce  granted  by  the  courts  of  Hampshire  in  early 
times,  and  that  was  a  separation  of  two  negroes. 

The  sort  of  help  that  ministers  had  from  their  leading  laymen 
may  be  seen  from  the  fine  expression  of  Mr.  John  Pynchon  who 
wrote  to  Mr.  Russell  with  reference  to  an  early  trouble  connected 
with  the  administration  of  the  Hopkins  School.  Mr.  Tilton  said 
that  "(A  certain  policy  which  Mr.  Russell  and  Mr.  Pynchon  jointly 
advocated)  would  kindle  such  a  flame  as  would  not  be  quenched. 
But  if  to  do  right  and  secure  the  public  welfare,  kindle  a  flame,  the 
will  of  the  Lord  be  done." 

In  structure  the  first  church  was  a  simple,  square,  frame  build- 
ing, the  interior  plain  and  unadorned,  with  a  few  box  pews  along  the 
wall  and  many  narrow  and  very  hard  seats.  There  was  no  provision 
made  for  many  years  for  heating  the  building  in  the  winter  time  and 
the  noise  of  shuffling  feet  in  the  galleries  was  often  heard.  These 
galleries  were  added  some  time  after  the  structure  was  built  for  the 


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Quarter  Millennial  19 

accommodation  of  the  boys  and  girls.  The  negroes  sat  over  the  gal- 
lery stairs,  the  male  on  one  side  and  the  female  on  the  other.  The 
sexes  throughout  the  church  were  separated  until  the  middle  of  the 
i8th  century.  The  deacons  had  the  post  of  honor  under  the  pulpit, 
which  had  a  towering  sounding  board  that  rose  high  above  filling  the 
hearts  of  the  children  with  curiosity  and  fear  lest  it  should  fall  and 
carry  destruction  to  all  upon  whom  it  fell. 

Much  difficulty  was  found  in  the  ordering  of  the  seating  arrange- 
ments in  the  Church.  This  was  usually  referred  to  a  committee  and 
if  their  report  did  not  bring  satisfaction  the  matter  was  referred  to 
the  town  meeting  and  then  if  an  agreement  was  not  possible,  another 
committee  was  appointed  and  so  on  until  at  last  a  compromise  that 
suited  all  parties  was  reached. 

The  church  was  not  only  the  meeting  place  of  the  people  of  the 
town  for  their  political  discussions,  but  it  furnished  in  its  garret  a 
storage  room  for  their  stock  of  gunpowder,  and  it  stood  in  the  place 
of  the  modern  newspaper  as  well — the  sermon  of  the  pastor  furnish- 
ing the  editorial  page,  and  the  interchange  of  gossip  as  the  people 
met  affording  their  best  means  of  learning  the  news,  domestic  and 
foreign.  The  bulletins  on  the  church  door  told  of  the  latest  happen- 
ings, and  the  horse  blocks  from  which  the  ladies  mounted  their 
steeds  were  centers  of  bustling  social  activity  as  the  congregation 
left  the  church. 

In  the  motherland  the  seeds  had  already  been  sown  that  were 
bringing  forth  the  fruit  of  desire  for  a  new  and  separate  country. 
The  spirit  of  independence  waxed  stronger  and  more  ardent.  The 
protests  of  the  towns  against  the  encroachment  and  pretension  of 
the  Crown  were  voiced  by  their  leaders.  In  the  petition  of  Mr. 
Russell  to  the  General  Court  April  25,  1665,  he  says,  "We  have  a 
right  to  choose  our  own  governors,  make  and  live  under  our  own 
laws.  Our  liberties  and  privileges  herein  as  men  we  prize,  and 
would  hold  them  as  our  lives;  this  makes  us  freemen  and  not  slaves." 

It  is  gratifying  to  be  able  to  note  that  Hadley  was  not  sorely 
disturbed  with  the  witchcraft  delusion  which  infected  New  England 
to  some  extent.  This,  as  many  think,  had  its  origin  in  the  Papal  bull 
of  Innocent  8th  in  the  year  1484,  and  it  swept  with  gathering  force 
over  Europe.  In  the  two  centuries  that  it  raged  it  is  estimated  that 
100,000  persons  lost  their  lives  through  this  craze.  The  people  of 
Hadley  were  too  well  stocked  with  common  sense  to  share  it  to  any 
great  extent,  and  we  record  with  pride  that  in  the  whole  of  New 
England  not  so  many  perished  as  in  a  single  county  in  the  mother- 
land. Hampshire  never  executed  a  single  person  on  the  charge  of 
witchcraft.  When  the  juries  found  against  the  defendant  in  such 
causes,  the  wise  and  tolerant  magistrates  were  more  often  in  the 


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mood  to  reverse  than  to  confirm  their  conclusions.  True,  a  number 
of  brisk  lads  did  "disturb  Mary  Webster"  but  she  lived  eleven 
years  "  after  they  hung  her  up  and  buried  her  in  the  snow." 

The  first  meeting  house  met  the  demands  upon  it  until  the  year 
1 7 13,  when  it  was  resolved  to  build  a  new  one,  50  feet  in  length  and 
40  feet  in  breadth,  with  a  flattish  roof  and  a  balcony  at  one  end. 
A  steeple  "built  up  from  the  ground"  was  the  crowning  glory  of  the 
whole  edifice,  the  first  in  Hampshire.  The  building  was  put  up  on 
the  street  opposite  the  town  lot  on  which  three  ministers  have  lived, 
Williams,  Hopkins  and  Woodbridge.  The  cock  which  still  sur- 
mounts the  weathervane  of  the  third  meeting  house  is  believed  to 
have  been  first  put  up  when  the  spire  of  the  second  house  was  added: 
"He  kept  his  lofty  station  and  was  removed  from  the  West  to  the 
Middle  Street  in  1841." 

The  second  minister  of  Hadley,  Mr.  Isaac  Chauncey,  began 
to  preach  in  July,  1695.  He  was  also  a  graduate  of  Harvard  College 
and  continued  in  active  service  until  the  year  of  his  death,  1738. 
We  know  few  of  the  facts  of  his  ministry,  save  that  he  was  studious 
in  his  habits  and  attentive  to  his  duties.  He  evidently  led  a  peace- 
able and  quiet  life  amongst  the  people  of  Hadley.  History  is  made 
in  times  of  storm.  It  is  the  period  of  rest  and  prosperity,  and  often 
of  the  very  best  work,  that  finds  few  recorders.  His  obituary  reads, 
"Here  lies  interred  the  body  of  the  Rev.  Isaac  Chauncey,  Pastor  of 
the  first  church  of  Christ  in  Hadley,  who  was  of  a  truly  peaceable  and 
catholic  spirit,  a  good  scholar,  an  eloquent  orator,  an  able  divine, 
a  lively,  pathetic  preacher,  a  burning  and  shining  light  in  this  can- 
dlestick, an  exemplary  Christian,  an  Israelite  indeed  in  whom 
was  no  guile."  What  better  story  of  a  well  spent  life  could  we  find 
than  this  tribute  to  his  memory  which  has  about  it  a  ring  of  sincerity 
and  love. 

The  Rev.  Chester  Williams  was  a  graduate  of  Yale  College,  and 
he  became  the  minister  in  1740.  Tradition  ascribes  to  him  energy 
of  character  and  earnestness  as  a  preacher.  He  is  said  to  have  used 
plainness  of  speech,  both  in  the  pulpit  and  private  conversation. 
A  tale  bearer  he  sends  away,  telling  him  that  if  he  have  come  to  bear 
tales,  there  are  two  doors  leading  from  the  room  and  he  might  take 
which  one  he  chose.  Mr.  Williams  was  a  member  of  the  Council 
that  dismissed  Mr.  Edwards  from  Northampton.  The  difference 
was  over  the  question  of  the  Holy  Communion,  as  to  whether  it 
was  a  converting  ordinance  or  not,  and  now  we  find  the  Hadley 
church  taking  the  position  that  it  had  fled  from  a  hundred  years 
before  and  holding  that  persons  who  had  not  knowledge  of  their 
own  conversion  might  be  admitted  to  the  same.  Edwards  took  the 
stricter  position  which  had  been  their  own  at  one  time. 


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Mr.  Williams  was  visited  with  a  grievous  sickness  and  died  at 
the  early  age  of  36  in  the  13th  year  of  his  ministry.  He  was  a  man  of 
good  estate,  rode  the  best  horse  in  town,  was  attentive  to  his  dress 
and  personal  appearance.  His  wearing  apparel  was  appraised  at 
34  pounds  10  shillings,  or  about  ^115,  and  was  quite  a  wardrobe  for 
the  times,  including  such  vanities  as  gold  sleeve  buttons,  silver  knee, 
shoe,  and  stock  buckles,  2  gold  rings,  a  tobacco  box,  and  a  snufF 
box,  17  pairs  of  stockings,  2  hats,  4  wigs,  4  pairs  of  gloves,  7 
shirts,  6  neckcloths,  3  cotton  handkerchiefs,  etc. 

His  successor,  the  Rev.  Samuel  Hopkins,  married  the  widow 
of  his  predecessor.  Dr.  Hopkins  was  a  graduate  of  Yale  and  served 
in  Hadley  54  continuous  years.  He  was  a  man  of  economical  habits 
and  a  good  manager.  He  made  his  salary  of  ^222  a  year  go  far  in 
bringing  up  his  numerous  family,  educated  a  son  at  college,  and  at 
the  same  time  added  to  his  estate.  The  old  people  of  Hadley  in  the 
early  part  of  the  last  century  who  remembered  him  spoke  of  him 
with  the  utmost  respect.  In  the  pulpit  he  was  dull  and  languid,  but 
in  the  homes  of  the  people  he  was  a  popular  favorite,  many  kept  a 
pipe  for  him  at  their  home,  and  his  presence  was  ever  welcome. 
As  he  walked  about  the  town  he  carried  with  him  such  an  amount 
of  gravity  and  dignity  as  inspired  all,  juvenile  beholders  especially, 
with  awe.  Yet  he  loved  a  timely  joke  and  it  mattered  little  whether 
the  laugh  was  with  him  or  against  him.  He  used  to  tell  such  as  this 
on  himself:  On  visiting  an  invalid,  he  said  to  him,  "It  is  a  long  time 
since  you  have  been  able  to  attend  meeting,  would  you  not  like  to 
have  the  neighbors  called  in  and  have  me  preach  a  lecture  at  your 
house  ?" 

The  invalid  replied,  "I  should  indeed,  for  I  have  not  been  able 
for  a  long  time  to  get  any  sleep,  and  I  know  from  much  experience 
that  your  preaching  will  give  me  material  aid  in  this  respect." 

The  building  of  the  third  meeting  house  in  1808  and  the  death 
of  the  Rev.  Samuel  Hopkins,  D.D.,  in  the  year  181 1  mark  the  closing 
epoch  of  the  life  of  Old  Hadley.  With  these  events  we  come  down 
to  modern  times  when  our  grandmothers  and  grandfathers  were 
making  their  laborious  way  through  the  village  streets  to  Hopkins 
School,  or  when  with  bursting  shout  they  joyously  flocked  out  again 
to  enjoy  the  freedom  of  these  wide  spaces  for  unrestrained  play  in 
the  shade  of  the  overarching  elms. 

The  events  which  led  to  the  separation  of  the  congregation  and 
the  building  of  the  later  meeting  houses  are  of  comparatively  too 
recent  occurrence  to  demand  our  attention.  Our  thoughts  today 
are  chiefly  directed  to  that  elder  time  when  the  congregation  was 
coterminous  with  the  town,  when  there  was  one  church,  one  pastor, 
one  purpose.     True  there  were  divisions  and  very  strong  ones  in 


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the  elder  time.  The  more  wealthy  men  formed  a  class  by  themselves, 
supported  by  many  of  the  middle  class.  It  was  the  corporation 
against  the  common  people  then  as  now,  but  the  town  meeting  fur- 
nished a  middle  ground  for  the  settlement  of  all  their  disputes, 
whether  they  be  over  questions  of  property,  roads,  fences  or  school, 
or  the  regulation  of  the  social  customs  of  the  town. 

Baptisms  were  formerly  administered  in  the  meeting  house. 
Dr.  Hopkins'  record  of  them  does  not  begin  until  after  the  lament- 
able burning  of  the  records  in  March,  1766,  which  destroyed  all  for- 
mer church  books  and  papers.  Holy  Communion  was  administered 
in  the  church  six  times  a  year  and  each  communicant  was  supposed 
to  share  in  the  furnishing  of  the  sacramental  bread  by  contributing 
something  of  the  store  of  wheat. 

While  the  people  were  not  in  any  sense  sacramentarian  they 
still  had  due  and  worthy  consideration  of  these  rites  of  the  church, 
hence  the  half-way  covenant,  the  anxiety  to  have  children  that  were 
sick  baptized,  and  perhaps  early  baptism  as  well.  The  baptism  of 
babes  in  our  meeting  houses  100  years  ago  was  an  interesting  sight 
especially  to  the  young,  "who  rose  up  and  some  stood  on  seats,  and 
gazed  with  delight  on  the  infant  when  the  mother  in  the  broad  aisle 
divested  it  of  the  nice  and  sometimes  rich  christening  blanket,  and 
the  father  received  it  in  its  dress  and  cap  as  white  as  snow  and  pre- 
sented it  to  the  minister  before  the  deacon's  seat.  When  the  minister 
was  about  to  pronounce  the  name  and  sprinkle  the  face  of  the  child 
all  were  still,  and  the  young  and  others  listened  with  much  curiosity 
for  the  name  and  looked  earnestly  on  the  face  of  the  child,  who 
almost  always  started  and  cried  when  cold  water  was  applied  to  the 
face." 

It  would  be  a  mistake  for  us  to  suppose  that  the  old  town  life 
which  has  about  it  a  flavor  of  real  romance  was  ideal  from  the  modern 
standpoint.  We  love  to  glorify  the  past  and  take  pride  in  it.  A 
people  who  do  not  glory  in  the  deeds  of  their  ancestors  will  never 
do  anything  worthy  of  them  as  descendants.  Yet  the  village  life 
which  we  have  seen  here  portrayed  and  the  influences  flowing  from 
the  institutions,  the  church,  the  school  and  the  town  meeting  are 
but  the  bud  of  which  the  present  is  the  flower.  A  community  in 
which  slaves  were  held,  the  poor  often  sold  to  the  highest  bidder, 
in  which  a  royalty  was  paid  for  scalps  of  the  Indians,  and  in  which 
absurd  laws  regulating  dress  and  manners  were  enforced,  shows 
evidences  of  some  weakness;  yet  even  despite  the  evidence  of  weak- 
ness, the  candle  of  real  progress  was  shining  brightly  here,  whilst 
it  guttered  low  in  the  socket  in  the  old  world.  And  so  today  we  are 
proud  and  glad  to  remember  these  strong  men  of  the  elder  time  and 
to  rejoice  in  all  that  they  did  and  all  that  they  were.    We  love  to 


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Spirit  of   Yn 


\'e  old-time  kitchen 


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return  to  this  sacred  spot,  not  only  because  there  is  a  romance  and 
beauty  about  these  valleys  and  hills  and  the  shining  river  that  must 
appeal  to  the  coldest  and  most  unresponsive  heart,  but  v^e  love  to 
stand  once  more  in  the  place  where  our  forefathers  stood  and  catch 
the  spirit  that  animated  their  strong  hearts  and  make  the  resolve  that 
nothing  that  w^as  good  in  them  shall  perish  in  our  lives. 

"When  the  sw^eet  Summer  days 
Come  to  New  England,  and  the  south  wind  plays 
Over  the  forests,  and  the  tall  tulip  trees 
Lift  up  their  chalices 
Of  delicate  orange  green 
Against  the  blue  serene; 
When  the  chestnut  crowns  are  full  of  flowers 
And  the  long  hours 
Are  not  too  long 
For  the  Oriole's  song; 
When  the  wild  roses  blow 

In  blueberry  pastures,  and  the  Bob  White's  note 
Calls  us  away 

On  the  happy  trail  where  every  heart  must  go; 
When  the  white  clouds  float 
Through  an  ampler  day. 
And  the  old  sea  lies  mystical  blue  once  more 
Along  the  Pilgrim  shore. 

Crooning  to  stone-faced  pastures  sweet  with  fern 
Tales  of  the  long  ago  and  of  the  far-away; 
And  when  to  the  hemlock  solitudes  return 
The  gold-voiced  thrushes,  and  the  high  beech  woods 
Ring  with  enchantment  as  the  twilight  falls 
Among  the  darkening  hills. 
And  the  new  moonlight  fills 
The  world  with  beauty  and  the  soul  with  peace 
And  infinite  release; 
Is  there  any  land  that  history  recalls 
Bestowed  by  Gods  on  mortals  anywhere 
More  goodly  than  New  England  or  more  fair  ?" 

— From  an  Ode  by  Bliss  Carman. 

ADDRESS 

By  Ex-Mayor  Theobald  M.  Connor  of  Northampton 

This  celebration  of  the  250th  Anniversary  of  the  settlement  of 
Hadley,  well  begins  on  the  Sabbath  Day.    The  removal  from  Con- 


24  Old  Hadley 

necticut  was  the  second  migration  for  religion's  sake,  occurring  as  it 
did  a  generation  after  the  first  white  men  and  women  came  to  settle 
on  the  shores  of  New  England,  led  by  an  impulse  essentially  and 
dominantly  religious. 

Another  significant  feature  of  the  celebration  is  the  presence  of 
so  many  worthy  descendants  of  the  first  settlers.  Two  hundred  and 
fifty  years  of  vigorous  and  enlightened  manhood,  are  no  mean  tribute 
to  the  strength  and  character  of  the  old  stock.  To  what  extent  the 
deep  religious  feeling  of  these  early  men  and  women  shaped  and 
colored  the  actions  of  their  everyday  life,  cannot  perhaps  be  accurately 
told.  Whatever  the  reason,  religious  or  otherwise,  they  had  a  very 
keen  sense  of  individual  responsibility  in  all  of  the  affairs  of  life. 
This  led  them  to  take  an  active  part  in  public  affairs;  stimulated 
their  interest  in  general  education;  sharpened  their  sense  of  justice, 
at  least  within  their  own  class;  and  inevitably  drew  them  to  a  stal- 
wart defence  of  the  individual's  political  rights — in  a  word,  to  our 
notion  of  democracy.  In  all  these  things  they  have  greatly  influ- 
enced the  life  of  succeeding  generations — even  to  this  day. 

Now,  when  there  is  such  hue  and  cry  over  men's  failure  to  go  to 
the  polls  to  protect  their  rights  and  to  stay  corruption  in  the  various 
branches  of  government,  it  is  refreshing  to  look  back  and  note  the 
spirit  of  that  early  time. 

One  illustration  indicates  clearly  the  spirit  to  which  I  refer. 
With  less  than  a  dozen  of  his  parishioners  at  his  back,  the  Rev.  John 
Russell  opposed  all  the  rest  of  the  town  on  the  Hopkins  School  mat- 
ter. He  won  out;  it  is  now  of  no  great  concern  whether  he  was  right 
or  wrong.  He  thought  he  was  right.  The  splendid  courage  of  the 
man  commands  respect.  Later,  it  was  this  same  spirit  that  begot 
and  carried  through  to  a  successful  end  the  movement  for  the  aboli- 
tion of  slavery. 

What  the  new  races  have  contributed  cannot  now  be  estimated. 
We  are  too  close  to  their  work  to  get  the  proper  perspective.  They 
were  needed,  and  they  came,  and  they  have  added  in  multifarious 
ways  to  the  strength  of  our  social  organism. 

We  know  that  Hadley  is  today  a  more  beautiful  and  a  better 
place  to  live  in  than  ever  before;  that  one's  life,  liberty  and  property 
were  never  more  tolerantly  guarded;  that  the  town  has  lost  little  of 
value  that  came  down  from  the  past,  that  improvement  is  being  made 
along  every  line  at  present. 

He  who  attempts  to  pass  judgment  on  any  race,  is  indeed  fool- 
hardy. Each  has  its  strong  points;  each  its  weak  ones,  both  accentu- 
ated by  previous  experiences  and  environments. 

God  did  not  place  all  the  virtues  in  any  one  race,  neither  is  any 
one  afflicted  with  all  the  vices.    Of  the  newer  races,  how  much  indeed 


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has  the  personal  purity,  the  splendid  loyalty,  the  devotion  to  the 
faith  of  the  fathers,  and  the  sunny  disposition  of  one  of  these  added 
to  the  charm  and  enriched  the  character  of  the  life  of  today;  how 
much  the  versatility,  quickness,  social  grace,  and  artistic  sense  of 
another;  and  finally,  how  much  shall  we  owe  to  the  dogged  and  per- 
severing industry  and  other  good  qualities  of  a  third  race  whom  we 
so  little  understand  today. 

The  suggestion  has  been  made  that  we  in  New  England  have 
serious  race  problems  on  our  hands  and  that  the  best  way  to  solve 
them,  is  to  encourage  the  various  racial  elements  in  our  population, 
to  live  their  lives  apart,  each  as  it  were,  to  contribute  a  share  to  the 
public  welfare  practically  en  masse.  These  notions  must  spring 
from  ignorance  of  the  facts,  so  well  exemplified  in  the  experience  of 
Hadley  where,  as  the  process  of  amalgamation  proceeds,  the  best  and 
broadest  of  the  old  is  losing  none  of  its  force  in  the  progress  of  the 
new.  Any  advice  tending  to  keep  the  races  apart  is  little  short  of 
pernicious.    It  flies  in  the  face  of  all  human  experience. 

We  want  no  race  colonies  in  our  midst,  to  become  festering 
sores  on  the  body  politic,  a  constant  source  of  danger.  Amalgama- 
tion encouraged  by  generous  cooperation  from  those  who  understand 
the  nature  of  our  government  and  the  character  of  our  life,  with  the 
preservation  of  the  good  and  the  strong  of  all  elements,  is  what  we 
need,  if  we  are  to  preserve  our  institutions  and  fulfil  the  highest  pur- 
pose as  a  nation.  Problems  we  have  but  no  race  problems  here  in 
New  England. 

On  this  day,  what  better  hope  can  we  have,  than  that  the  spirit 
of  John  Russell  as  shown  in  his  struggles  for  general  education, 
in  his  interest  in  all  that  concerned  the  public  welfare,  in  his  devo- 
tion to  his  conscientious  beliefs,  in  his  sense  of  justice  broadened  so 
as  to  include  all  men,  in  his  sterling  democracy,  may  be  always 
with  us  to  assist  in  solving  these  problems  of  today  and  of  tomorrow. 


MONDAY— REUNION   DAY 


THE  second  day  brought  to  the  town  a  pretty  constant  stream 
of  visitors.  The  morning  was  devoted  to  family  and  friendly 
greetings,  registration  at  the  Goodwin  Memorial  Library,  and 
inspection  of  the  historical  and  art  exhibits.  The  historical  collection 
in  the  school  building  is  of  remarkable  extent  and  merit,  being  as 
replete  in  historical  value  as  are  the  annals  of  the  old  town.  Glass 
counter  cases  are  placed  on  two  sides  of  the  room  and  these  contain 
many  articles  which  will  not  bear  handling,  cups  and  saucers  150  years 
old,  deeds  given  to  a  number  of  the  original  settlers,  a  nightcap  worn 
by  Mary  Lyon  and  now  the  property  of  Mrs.  J.  W.  Lane  of  North 
Hadley,  a  pair  of  silver  candlesticks  and  snuffers  belonging  to  Samuel 
Huntington,  one  of  the  signers  of  the  Declaration  of  Independence, 
many  fine  laces  and  a  quantity  of  pewter. 

The  door  used  in  the  Russell  house,  in  which  the  regicides  were 
concealed  is  on  exhibition.  There  is  also  a  picture  of  the  house  in 
which  General  Burgoyne  was  entertained  over  night.  This  leads  up 
to  the  most  interesting  and  valuable  part  of  the  exhibit,  the  Bur- 
goyne sword,  now  owned  by  the  descendants  of  Col.  Elisha  Porter, 
to  whom  it  was  presented  by  the  general.  Col.  Porter  was  present 
at  Saratoga  at  the  time  of  Burgoyne's  surrender  and  invited  the 
general  to  visit  Hadley  when  he  should  march  to  Boston  on  his  return 
to  England.  His  troops  were  encamped  at  the  foot  of  West  Street; 
his  aids  slept  in  tents  in  Colonel  Porter's  yard.  On  his  departure  the 
next  morning  he  presented  his  host  with  his  dress  sword,  which  is  beau- 
tifully mounted  in  silver  and  richly  carved,  and  bears  the  king's  seal- 
One  case  is  filled  entirely  with  the  many  beautiful  articles  be- 
longing to  the  family  of  S.  D.  Smith.  Here  is  exhibited  some  ex- 
quisite embroidery  over  100  years  old,  done  by  Abigail  Phillips,  wife 
of  Col.  Elisha  Porter,  which  proves  that  the  ancient  dame  spent  more 
time  working  with  her  needle  and  less  in  club  work  than  the  modern 
housewife.  There  are  two  embroidered  hand  screens,  an  embroid- 
ered chair  seat  and  a  pocket-book  in  silk,  and  a  sampler  made  by 
this  same  remarkable  woman  when  she  was  nine  years  old,  in  1743. 
Some  relics  of  a  period  not  so  far  distant  (1 815-1820)  are  three  high- 
back  shell  combs,  handkerchief  bags,  a  red  and  yellow  silk  bandanna 
handkerchief,  a  silk  brocaded  shawl,  a  white  corded  sunbonnet, 
fine  lace  collars,  and  a  white  dress  worn  by  Miss  Abigail  Porter. 


Red  man  or  white 


General  Hooker 


Quarter  Millennial  27 

Samplers  are  shown  to  the  number  of  30,  and  there  are  several 
framed  pieces  of  needlework  done  in  silk  and  portraying  land- 
scapes and  baskets  of  flowers.  Among  the  books  is  a  Bible  bear- 
ing the  date  1599,  and  a  copy  of  "The  Redeemed  Captive,"  printed 
in  1702. 

A  small  room  off  the  main  one  has  been  furnished  with  some 
handsome  chairs  and  tables.  On  the  walls  hang  photographs  of 
some  of  the  trustees  and  principals  of  Hopkins  Academy,  of  the  min- 
isters of  the  two  churches,  and  of  some  men  and  women  well  known 
years  ago.  The  larger  of  the  tw^o  adjoining  recitation  rooms  has 
been  furnished  to  simulate  an  old-fashioned  bedroom.  There  is  a 
four-post  bedstead,  equipped  with  canopy  and  valance,  a  handsome 
bureau,  washstand,  candlestick,  trundle  bed,  cradle,  and  all  that  is 
necessary  to  one's  comfort  and  convenience  in  a  sleeping  room. 

In  the  upper  hall  of  the  library  building  is  an  exhibit  of  paint- 
ings, sketches  and  school  work.  There  may  be  seen  several  of  the 
most  famous  works  of  the  artist,  Elbridge  Kingsley,  sketches  and 
photographs  by  Clifton  Johnson,  paintings  and  drawings  by  Mrs. 
Bessie  Bell  Hawkes,  and  paintings  by  Mrs.  F.  H.  Smith  and  other 
Hadley  artists.  A  conspicuous  feature  of  the  exhibit  is  the  por- 
trait of  General  Hooker,  painted  by  J.  Harvey  Young,  which  was 
presented  to  the  town  of  Hadley  by  the  Third  Army  Corps  at  the 
time  of  its  reunion  in  Hadley,  May  7,  1895. 

The  members  of  the  Gen.  Joseph  Hooker  association  have  taken 
possession  of  the  Samuel  Bell  house  opposite  the  celebration  tent  and 
have  erected  two  large  canopies  for  the  accommodation  of  their 
guests.  The  association  has  decorated  the  rooms  of  the  Bell  house 
with  a  collection  of  flags  of  the  brigades  of  the  diflPerent  corps  that 
were  at  Gettysburg. 

As  the  dinner  hour  approached,  the  people  gradually  drifted 
to  the  points  assigned  for  the  several  noon-day  reunions  of  descend- 
ants of  the  original  settlers.  The  largest  two  of  these  were  the  East- 
man-Tilton  reunion  and  the  Dickinson  reunion,  which  were  held  in 
two  large  tents  on  West  Street.  About  50  members  of  the  Taylor 
family  took  dinner  together  on  the  lawn  near  the  house  of  E.  J.  Aid- 
rich.  The  original  home  lots  on  West  Street  have  been  plainly 
marked  for  the  anniversary  occasion  by  the  placing  of  placards. 

In  the  Eastman-Tilton  tent  there  were  fully  150  at  the  dinner, 
after  which  there  w^ere  addresses  and  original  poems  and  hymns. 
People  from  eight  states  attended.  Verabell  Fulton  of  North  Am- 
herst, aged  four  months,  great-granddaughter  of  Austin  Eastman, 
was  present  at  the  reunion,  and  the  registration  badge  which  she  wore 
bore  29  stars  (the  registration  committee  gives  one  star  for  each  origi- 
nal settler  to  whom  the  person  registered  can  trace  back  his  ancestry). 


28  Old  Hadley 

Rev.  Clarence  Chaney,  the  presiding  officer,  told  some  amusing 
stories  in  a  happy  way,  and  Dr.  Frank  H.  Smith  of  Hadley  welcomed 
those  present  to  the  town.  A  song,  the  words  of  which  were  written 
by  Miss  Sophia  Eastman,  was  sung  by  Mrs.  D.  E.  Harriman  of  South 
Hadley  Falls,  the  audience  joining  in  the  chorus,  to  the  tune  of  "The 
Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic."  Miss  Louise  Dickinson  of  North 
Amherst  spoke  on  "Eastmans  in  history."  She  spoke  of  the  coming 
to  America  of  Roger  Eastman  in  the  ship  ConfiJence,  of  Eastmans 
in  the  Indian  wars,  in  the  Revolution  and  in  the  Civil  War.  She 
mentioned  two  renowned  descendants  of  the  Eastmans,  Daniel 
Webster  and  Eugene  Field.  "Our  ancestors"  was  the  title  of  a 
paper  by  Mrs.  Mary  Eastman  Whittemore.  "Dea.  Joseph  Eastman 
in  Captivity"  was  the  title  of  an  interesting  talk  by  Miss  Sophia 
Eastman  of  South  Hadley.  She  told  of  his  capture  when  a  young 
man,  his  being  taken  to  Canada  by  the  Indians,  and  his  subsequent 
ransom.  Rev.  Lucius  R.  Eastman  of  Framingham  spoke  of  "East- 
mans in  the  Ministry."  Asa  Spear  of  New  York  City  spoke  on 
"Eastmans  in  Education."  A  committee  was  appointed  to  have 
charge  of  the  collection  of  money  to  buy  a  suitable  stone  to  mark  the 
burial  place  of  Peter  Tilton,  father  of  the  wife  of  Joseph  Eastman. 

The  descendants  of  Nathaniel  Dickinson  held  their  family 
reunion  and  picnic  on  the  green  just  in  front  of  the  original  home  lot, 
over  200  guests  being  present.  Senator  Francke  W.  Dickinson  of 
Springfield  acted  as  toastmaster  and  called  first  on  Lawyer  M.  F. 
Dickinson  of  Boston.  The  latter  said  that  the  committee  who  came 
to  Hadley  to  lay  out  the  town  were  Peter  Tilton,  Nathaniel  Dickinson 
and  Samuel  Ward.  They  were  allowed  to  make  their  own  selection 
of  home  lots.  Deacon  Nathaniel  chose  the  corner  lot,  which  is  south 
of  the  present  home  of  H.  L.  Cook.  The  east  half  of  the  farm  has 
never  been  out  of  the  family,  and  it  is  hoped  it  will  be  preserved  as 
a  Dickinson  memorial  house. 

The  Dickinson  song  written  by  Henry  N.  Dickinson  of  Brooklyn 
was  suns;  to  the  tune  of  "America."  Charles  K.  Morton  of  Hatfield 
was  the  next  speaker.  He  said  that  fully  one-fifth  of  the  descend- 
ants of  the  original  ancestors  who  settled  in  Hatfield  are  Dickin- 
sons. He  mentioned  the  several  Dickinsons  in  the  town  of  Hatfield, 
who  have  made  notable  public  gifts  in  a  quiet,  unassuming  way. 
Miss  Alice  E.  Dickinson  of  Hadley  read  a  paper  on  the  various 
changes  of  ownership  of  the  Dickinson  estate.  She  first  gave  the 
history  of  Nathaniel  Dickinson  who  came  from  England  in  1660, 
and  who  held  many  of  the  first  town  offices.  He  was  granted  an 
estate  amounting  to  59  acres.  The  house,  which  stands  on  the  east 
portion  of  the  homestead  at  present,  was  built  in  1743.  Henry  N. 
Dickinson,  who  teaches  in  the  normal  school  in  Brooklyn,  spoke  of 


Quarter  Millennial  29 

the  branch  that  settled  in  Granby,  where  it  was  the  plan  to  lay  out 
streets  on  the  broad  plan  of  Hadlev. 

The  general  reunion  at  3  o'clock  drew  together  the  various 
groups  which  had  held  separate  assemblies,  and  many  others  less 
closeh'  interested  listened  to  the  presentation  of  a  pleasing  pro- 
gram. The  exercises  were  in  the  big  main  tent  on  \\  est  Street. 
Clarence  B.  Roote,  head-master  of  the  Northampton  High  School 
and  descendant  of  Pastor  Russell's  brother  and  Peter  Tilton,  pre- 
sided at  the  meeting.  A  cablegram  from  former  Vice-President 
Levi  P.  Morton,  who  is  now  in  Europe,  was  read  and  representatives 
of  several  of  the  old  Hadlev  families  spoke  of  the  historv  ot  their 
clans  in  relation  to  the  history  of  the  town. 

There  was  the  presentation  to  the  town  of  a  gavel  made  by 
George  Sheldon  from  wood  that  grew  on  property  in  Deerfield  which 
Pastor  Russell  once  owned,  and  which  has  been  in  Mr.  Sheldon's 
family  for  many  years.  The  tree  was  cut  and  some  of  the  wood  used 
for  making  a  barn.  Mr.  Sheldon  made  the  gavel  from  a  great  beam 
ID  bv  II  inches  and  48  feet  long,  much  of  which  was  sound  to  the 
heart,  in  spite  of  its  two  centuries  and  over  of  existence. 

A  chair  in  which  the  regicide  iudges  sat  while  inmates  of  the 
home  of  Pastor  Russell  was  shown  and  the  story  of  it  told  by  Rev. 
A.  N.  Somers  of  Montague.  Mr.  Somers  was  introduced  by  Mr. 
Roote  as  a  man  who  was  a  descendant  of  one  of  the  seven  first  white 
landholders  in  this  countrv.  He  told  an  interesting  storv  of  the  dis- 
covery of  the  chair  of  which  he  first  learned  bv  hearing  in  York  State 
a  quarrel  between  an  old  man  of  fully  four-score  and  his  middle-aged 
daughter.  On  asking  what  the  dispute  was  about,  a  man  told  him 
that  old  man  So-and-So  and  his  daughter  were  quarreling  about  an 
old  chair  in  which  "somebodv  sat  who  killed  a  king."  Mr.  Somers 
investigated.  He  was  told  the  story  of  the  chair  which  was  then 
owned  by  the  grandson  of  a  w'oman  who  bought  it  at  the  time  Parson 
Russell's  estate  was  settled.  Mr.  Somers  finallv  succeeded  in  getting 
the  chair,  which  is  now  one  of  his  most  valuable  possessions. 

A  fine  tribute  to  Pastor  John  Russell,  the  tovrn's  first  minister, 
was  read  by  Mrs.  George  Sheldon,  wife  of  the  well-known  historian 
of  the  Connecticut  valley,  George  Sheldon  of  Deerfield,  now-  91  years 
old,  vet  hale  and  able  to  take  an  active  interest  in  the  affairs  in  con- 
nection with  Hadle\'s  celebration. 

The  evening  observance  was  divided  between  Hopkins  Academy 
in  Hadley  and  the  town  of  Amherst,  which  celebrated  its  150th  anni- 
versary wnth  exercises  and  a  historical  address  by  M.  F.  Dickinson  of 
Boston.  The  Hopkins  Academy  reception  and  dance  was  held  in 
the  town  hall.  The  room  was  decorated  with  Hopkins  banners  by 
the  committee  of  whom  Mrs.  Luther  Barstow  was  chairman.  Con- 
nelly's orchestra  furnished  music,  and  refreshments  were  served. 


30  Old  Hadley 

INTRODUCTORT  ADDRESS 

By  Clarence  B.  Roote 

We  are  met  to  do  honor  to  the  memory  of  our  forefathers,  who 
were  the  founders  of  this  good  town.  To  me  one  of  the  most  im- 
pressive facts  in  human  history  is  the  way  in  which  great  crises  and 
great  emergencies  take  men  and  women  out  of  the  common  walks 
of  life,  lift  them  above  the  ordinary  level,  and  exalt  and  dignify  them 
for  all  time.  This  is  especially  true  in  civic  and  political  movements. 
I  find  it  hard  to  conceive  of  a  "mute,  inglorious  Milton,"  but  I  can 
easily  believe  that  scores  of  potential  Cromwells  have  kept  through 
peaceful  England  "the  noiseless  tenor  of  their  way,"  serving  their 
day  and  generation  faithfully,  but  confined  to  their  own  localities 
and  unknown  to  the  nation  at  large. 

Our  ancestors,  in  whose  names  we  are  gathered,  loom  large 
before  our  vision  today.  And  yet  in  reality  we  know  little  about  many 
of  them.  Under  ordinary  circumstances  all  knowledge  of  them  might 
have  perished  long  ago  from  off  the  earth.  But  in  the  providence  of 
God  they  were  led  forth  to  face  and  fight  the  elemental  forces  of 
the  wilderness.  It  fell  to  them  to  lay  the  foundations  of  a  civic  com- 
munity and  owing  to  the  peculiar  polity  of  New  England  to  have 
their  share  in  molding  the  infant  years  of  a  great  commonwealth. 
The  fact  of  present  importance  to  us  is  that  they  were  equal  to  the 
extraordinary  demands  upon  them.  Set  apart  for  the  accomplish- 
ment of  a  great  and  lasting  work  amid  difticulties  and  perils  innumer- 
able, they  performed  their  task  acceptably  and  were  lifted  to  the  emi- 
nence of  pioneers  and  founders,  taking  their  place  thereby  among 
the  significant  and  heroic  figures  of  this  commonwealth.  It  is  most 
certainly  a  laudable  desire  that  leads  us,  members  of  the  ancient 
families  of  Hadley,  to  take  this  occasion  to  learn  more  about  our 
family  history  and  thus  to  connect  ourselves  more  consciously  with 
those  men  and  women  who  wrought  out  for  us  our  goodly  heritage. 

JOHN  RUSSELL,  THE  LEADER 

By  George  Sheldon 

Deerfield  sends  greeting  to  Hadley.  I  have  the  honor  to  be 
one  of  her  messengers  to  bear  the  tokens  of  respect  and  love  of  a 
younger  sister.  Deerfield  unites  with  other  sister  towns  in  doing 
homage  to  Hadley  which,  if  not  the  eldest  born,  ranks  first  when 
gauged  by  deeds  of  high  emprise. 

If  any  man  is  great  enough,  brave  enough,  or  good  enough  to 
sanctify  the  soil  whereon  his  work  is  done,  then  the  men  and  women 
of  Hadley  may  with  one  voice  truly  acclaim : — 


Aiigcl  of  HaJlcy 


Hooker  Brigade 


Had  lev  witch 


Quarter  Millennial  31 

"Aye  call  it  holy  ground ! 

The  paths  John  Russell  trod; 
O'er  watchful  height,  where  valleys  wound, 

With  eye  which  scanned  each  sod; 
With  ear  attuned  to  softest  sound. 

His  feet  with  silence  shod." 

Under  the  shadows  of  the  primeval  forest,  across  the  wide  mead- 
ows, on  the  banks  of  the  gliding  waters  of  Hadley,  walked  one  of  the 
sons  of  men  for  whose  peer  you  may  seek  in  vain  over  the  whole 
broad  sweep  of  the  Connecticut  Valley — his  peer  in  true  bravery 
and  steadfast  courage,  when  we  consider  the  manliest  attributes  of 
the  noblest  men. 

Our  New  England  Fathers  declared  their  dread  of  "leaving  an 
illiterate  ministry  to  the  churches,  when  our  present  ministry  shall 
lie  in  the  dust,"  and  early  set  themselves  to  the  task  of  raising  up 
and  qualifying  young  men  to  fill  the  vacancies  in  the  pulpits  which, 
as  a  matter  of  course,  must  soon  befall. 

Harvard  College  was  established,  and  the  first  class  was  gradu- 
ated in  1642.  By  1645  twenty  young  men  had  been  sent  forth.  Of 
these  the  seventeenth  was  your  John  Russell.  When  they  received 
their  sheepskins  from  the  college,  they  were  prepared  for  the  ministry 
without  further  theological  training,  and  entered  the  pulpit  as 
opportunity  offered. 

In  1648  John  Russell  senior,  the  father  of  the  graduate,  with 
his  family  removed  from  Charlestown  to  W^ethersfield,  Ct.  It  was 
not  long  before  the  father  and  son  found  they  had  settled  them- 
selves in  a  hornet's  nest.  A  hot  dispute  was  on  between  the  minister, 
Mr.  Smith,  and  the  Church.  Some  theological  puzzle  was  in  the 
wind,  but  exactly  what  this  was,  I  believe  no  student  of  the  hair- 
splitting dogmas  of  the  times  has  been  able  to  fully  explain.  This 
much,  however,  appears: 

John  Russell  was  a  believer  in  the  freedom  of  the  congregation. 
He  was  an  independent  to  the  backbone.  Russell  believed  that  each 
church  had  authority  directly  from  Christ,  and  was  accountable  to 
no  other  power.  The  Russells,  father  and  son,  were  evidently  men 
of  mettle;  they  joined  issue  with  what  was  on  foot,  and  the  battle 
was  fought  to  the  finish.  In  the  meantime,  Mr.  Smith,  the  minister, 
died.  As  the  smoke  cleared  up  a  little  it  appeared  that  the  father 
had  married  the  widow,  and  the  son  had  captured  the  pulpit. 

It  would  seem  that  these  two  enterprising  Massachusetts  men 
had  now  conquered  a  peace  and  controlled  the  situation,  but  it 
was  not  so.  They  had  only  moved  into  the  Smith  camp.  The  new 
combination  soon  found  the  old  fight  was  renewed.    The  new  pastor, 


32  Old  Hadley 

John  Russell,  Jr.,  now  about  22,  took  up  the  Smith  banner,  bore  it 
boldly  to  the  front,  and  led  the  Smith  faction  in  the  war.  This  was 
surely  due  his  step-mother,  and  doubtless  he  had  also  all  the  Smith 
bees  in  his  bonnet.  However  that  may  be,  he  bravely  and  skilfully 
bore  himself  against  his  opponents  in  the  church  at  Wethersfield, 
as  also  those  of  Hartford  and  Windsor. 

After  some  years  of  warfare,  John  Russell  headed  a  masterful 
retreat,  leading  away  in  triumph  to  Hadley  the  sturdy  independents 
of  the  three  churches  in  question,  who  would  march  wherever  he 
should  lead.  Russell  had  not  yielded  one  whit  of  his  ideal.  He  had 
fought  the  good  fight  in  spiritual  things,  and  now  he  was  ready  to 
face  the  physical  hardships  attending  the  removal  of  the  fruits  of 
his  labor  through  a  pathless  wilderness  to  a  safe  harbor  at  Hadley. 
Here  in  the  unbroken  forest  he  transplanted  his  church,  and  here  he 
started  a  town. 

You,  my  friends,  are  reaping  the  glory,  the  honor  and  the  profit 
of  his  unconquerable  will  and  steadfast  purpose.  Church  and  town 
grew  and  flourished,  and  here  the  great  measure  of  his  fame  was 
filled  to  the  brim.  World-wide  honors  have  been  showered  upon  his 
name.  But  all  the  honors  bestowed  on  Mr.  Russell  have  been  post- 
humous. When  he  was  gathered  to  his  fathers  he  had  no  reason  even 
to  suspect  that  his  daring  deeds  would  ever  be  known  by  the  public. 
Few  indeed  were  then  alive  who  were  aware  of  the  facts,  and,  he 
would  doubtless  reason,  their  graves  would  soon  cover  the  last  trace 
of  the  deadly  secret. 

The  story  need  not  be  told  here;  you  all  know  it  now.  A 
faint  outline,  however,  will  be  sketched.  At  one  period  in  the  history 
of  England  a  few  men  appeared  on  the  stage  who  dared  to  think  for 
themselves  on  things  civil  and  religious.  Their  thoughts  became 
deeds.  Their  deeds  had  molded  a  nation.  On  Charles  I  and  the 
dogma  of  the  Divine  Right  of  Kings  had  fallen  a  deadly  blow. 
Among  these  men  of  thought  and  deed,  in  the  army  of  the  Protector, 
were  Major  General  Edward  Whalley  and  his  son-in-law,  Major 
General  William  Goffe,  and  both  were  in  the  House  of  Lords  in 
the  Parliament.  They  were  both  also  Judges  in  the  High  Court  of 
Justice  by  which  Charles  I  was  condemned. 

When  the  wheel  turned,  and  the  daring  regicides  had  become 
fugitives,  hunted  by  human  and  canine  hounds  for  the  price  set  upon 
their  heads,  in  the  hour  of  direst  need  John  Russell  came  to  the  front. 
His  house  was  his  castle.  Within  was  a  precious  charge  to  be  guarded 
with  unflinching  nerve  and  vigilance.  Whalley  and  Gofte  had  fled 
to  New  England,  and  were  now  in  hiding  under  his  roof.  Month 
after  month,  year  after  year,  he  kept  watch  and  ward,  alone  with  his 
courage  and  his  conscience. 


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He  was  fully  alive  to  the  fact  that  the  messenger  of  fate  might 
at  any  moment  be  found  standing  at  his  door,  reaching  out  his 
eager  hand  for  the  latch.  He  knew  the  fate  of  the  captured  judges; 
knew  that  malice  did  not  hold  its  hand  until  the  dead  judges  were 
dragged  from  their  graves,  and  all  within  the  power  of  Charles  H 
were  drawn  and  quartered,  their  remains  burned  to  ashes,  and  their 
ashes  strown  to  the  four  winds.  He  knew  that  such  would  be  his 
own  doom,  should  the  messenger  once  lift  the  latch.  Aware  of  all 
this,  the  Rock  of  Gibraltar  stands  no  firmer  today  than  stood  your 
brave  hero  through  those  long  years  of  stress  and  strain. 

With  what  men  in  the  Connecticut  Valley,  for  whom  may  well 
be  claimed  the  title  of  hero,  shall  we  compare  John  Russell  ?  Shall 
we  compare  the  founder  of  Hadley  with  the  founder  of  Springfield, 
her  elder  sister  ?  Pynchon  stood  high  in  the  civil  annals  of  the 
Colony;  in  character  and  talent  he  outranked  most  of  those  who 
sought  to  bind  him  in  the  same  theological  cords  with  which  they 
themselves  were  bound.  But  he  stood  up  and  confronted  them  boldly 
as  every  freeman  should.  At  that  time  he  faced  the  dungeon,  but 
not  the  flames.  He  was  not  sacrificed  at  the  stake,  but  his  heretical 
books  were  burned  in  public  by  the  common  hangman.  He  braved 
more  than  the  cold  shoulder,  and  the  averted  eye,  among  his  fellows, 
and  he  was  deposed  from  high  civil  station  in  the  colony.  He  fought 
bravely,  but  the  brand  of  heretic  was  stamped  upon  him;  he  finally 
quailed,  and  was  hounded  from  the  colony  by  the  pious  Puritans 
and  fled  to  England.     John  Russell  never  quailed. 

A  few  others  will  be  selected  as  worthy  to  compete  with  him 
for  the  leadership.  I  will  first  name  Jonathan  Wells  of  Hadley,  the 
boy  hero  of  the  Connecticut  Valley.  He  was  one  of  the  lambs  of 
Mr.  Russell's  flock,  who  grew  up  with  but  a  single  house  lot  dividing 
him  from  that  of  the  good  shepherd.  His  title  was  earned  at  the  age 
of  sixteen  by  his  manly  achievements  on  the  occasion  of  the  Turners 
Falls  Fight. 

Across  the  Connecticut  lies  Hatfield,  in  full  sight  as  a  kindly 
neighbor  should  be.  So  the  brave  deeds  done  by  Hatfield  men  have 
all  been  known  here.  Hadley  saw  the  swift  attack  on  Hatfield, 
September,  1677;  saw  the  flaming  homes;  saw  the  inmates  slain  or 
swept  away  into  Indian  captivity,  but  saw  too  late  to  save.  She 
knew  how  brave  Sergeant  Benjamin  Wait  devoted  himself  body  and 
soul  to  get  the  captives  back.  Between  Hatfield  and  Boston  and 
Albany  and  New  York  swung  Wait  like  a  pendulum.  He  traversed 
those  hundreds  of  miles,  through  tangled  thicket  and  treacherous 
swamp,  persistently,  fearless  of  aught  which  stood  between  himself 
and  his  enslaved  family  and  friends  in  Canada.  He  dared  the  dan- 
gers of  the  wilderness,  the  wild   beasts  and  the  hostile  Indians,  the 


34  Old  Hadley 

deadly  frost  and  winter  snow,  until,  at  the  end  of  more  than  fifteen 
hundred  miles,  mostly  travelled  on  foot,  he  found  the  loved  and 
lost,  and  brought  them  triumphantly  home.  John  Russell  cheered 
him  on  when  he  went  out;  and,  in  common  with  all  the  Valley 
men,  gave  him  the  warmest  welcome  on  his  return.  His  fame  has 
long  been  assured.  In  Stephen  Jennings,  the  companion  of  Wait 
in  these  trials  and  triumphs,  is  found  a  man  of  spirit  hardly  less 
strenuous.  Their  lives  ran  largely  in  parallel  lines,  and  came  to  the 
same  tragic  close. 

In  placing  Ensign  John  Sheldon  and  John  Wells  of  Deerfield 
in  the  ranks  of  the  selected  brave  there  can  be  no  mistake.  They, 
too,  endured  the  agonies  of  loss,  and  the  trials  of  the  wilderness. 
It  was  a  quarter  of  a  century  later  that  they  followed  the  trail  of  Wait 
and  Jennings,  but  the  region  traversed  had  not  yet  felt  the  hand  of 
civilization.  The  forest  was  no  less  wild,  and  the  savage  no  less 
fierce.  They  dared  the  same  dangers,  encountered  the  same  diffi- 
culties, the  same  icy  blasts  and  drifting  snows. 

While  we  consider  the  deeds  of  these  men  to  compare  them 
with  those  of  John  Russell,  we  must  take  into  account  the  circum- 
stances which  surrounded  them,  and  the  motives  by  which  they  were 
inspired.  Enough  has  been  said  of  William  Pynchon;  we  only  hope 
his  rebellion  against  religious  domination  found  its  reward.  The 
crucial  test  of  young  Jonathan  Wells  was  not  premeditated.  It  was 
forced  upon  him  by  disaster  of  battle.  He  rose  to  the  occasion, 
proved  his  rare  mettle,  and  his  right  to  the  title  of  hero. 

In  this  consideration  of  incentives  to  courage  we  may  group 
together  Benjamin  Wait,  Stephen  Jennings,  John  Sheldon  and  John 
Wells.  No  one  of  these  was  called  upon  to  exhibit  the  highest  ele- 
ments of  bravery.  They  were  not  summoned  to  obey  an  abstract 
call  of  duty  regardless  of  results.  Each  had  a  cord  leading  away 
into  the  wilds  of  Canada,  tugging  at  his  heart.  Their  wives,  children, 
friends,  were  in  captivity.  Here  was  an  impelling  motive;  here  was 
inspiration  of  which  courage  may  well  be  born. 

In  the  case  of  John  Russell  there  was  no  external  call,  no  per- 
sonal gain,  and  scarcely  an  approving  eye.  Nevertheless  the  heroic 
man  steadfastly  held  his  post  of  guard  with  the  full  knowledge  that 
the  besom  of  destruction  was  poised  in  the  air,  and  might  at  any 
moment  swoop  down  upon  him  and  his  wife  and  children.  It  was 
for  a  far  lighter,  but  similar  offence,  in  England,  that  Charles  II 
ruthlessly  beheaded  Lady  Alicea  Lisle. 

In  connection  with  my  theme,  it  will  be  of  interest  to  note  a  singu- 
lar coincident  developed  by  the  way.  Of  all  the  men  selected  to 
represent  the  chivalry  of  the  Valley,  and  to  compare  with  John  Rus- 
sell, not  one  left  his  remains  to  the  care  of  the  locality  where  his  fame 


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was  achieved.  William  Pynchon  was  driven  from  the  colony  to 
England,  and  never  came  back.  The  dust  of  Whalley  and  GofFe, 
so  far  as  we  know,  now  sanctifies  the  soil  of  Hadley.  On  the  westerly 
bound  of  Old  Deerfield  Street  stands  a  monument  of  granite  which 
marks  the  lot  where  Jonathan  Wells  passed  his  Deerfield  years. 
A  gray  and  mossy  slab  in  Deerfield's  old  God's  Acre,  tells  where 
was  found  his  final  bed  of  rest. 

In  this  same  sacred  enclosure,  beneath  a  green  swelling  mound 
crowned  with  enduring  stone,  lie  "The  Dead  of  1704."  From  the 
gray-haired  man  and  matron  to  the  babe  of  three  weeks  all  were 
buried  in  one  great  grave.  With  these,  whom  his  valor  strove  in  vain 
to  save,  was  laid  all  that  was  mortal  of  Sergeant  Benjamin  Wait.  In 
the  same  grave  lie  four  of  Hadley's  bravest  sons,  Samuel  Boltwood, 
Robert  Boltwood,  Jonathan  Ingram,  and  Nathaniel  Warner.  Here 
as  a  pledge  and  bond  of  union  between  Hadley  and  Deerfield  their 
dust  will  be  sacredly  guarded. 

Stephen  Jennings  removed  to  Brookfield,  where,  after  years  of 
strenuous  struggle  with  the  Indians,  he  was  surprised  and  slain,  and 
there  was  his  final  place  of  rest. 

John  Sheldon  removed  to  Connecticut  where  his  peculiar  char- 
acter and  ability  were  soon  recognized  and  utilized.  Here  his  pil- 
grimage ended,  and  his  grave  was  made  in  the  ancient  burying 
ground,  now  so  sacredly  cared  for  in  the  city  of  Hartford. 

John  Wells,  when  on  a  scout  in  the  wilderness  of  northern 
Vermont,  was  shot  while  trying  to  save  the  life  of  a  drowning 
man  in  the  face  of  the  enemy.  His  body  was  left  to  the  mercy  of  the 
wild  beasts  and  the  elements.  The  spot  where  he  fell  can  never  be 
identified. 

My  work  is  finished.  No  claim  is  made  that  any  fact?  before 
unknown  have  been  brought  to  light.  I  have  attempted  to  portray 
the  founder  of  Hadley  as  a  leader  of  men.  I  have  striven  to  show 
that  among  the  early  heroes  of  the  Connecticut  Valley  his  name 
should  lead  all  the  rest. 


TUESDAY— THIRD   DAY 


THE  attendance  after  the  quiet  Reunion  Day  of  Monday,  was 
renewed  with  a  rush  Tuesday  morning  and  the  town  over- 
flowed with  visitors  until  the  close  of  the  patriotic  rally  in  the 
evening.  Atmospheric  conditions  thus  far  could  not  have  been  bet- 
ter if  the  celebration  committee  had  been  given  its  pick  of  the  best 
varieties  of  weather  that  the  climate  affords.  There  have  been  cool 
breezes  a  good  part  of  the  time,  and,  although  it  has  been  dusty  un- 
derfoot, this  has  been  preferable  to  taking  chances  with  showers  that 
might  have  fallen  at  inopportune  moments.  Nothing  less  than  a 
shower  can  really  sprinkle  the  wide  streets  of  Hadley,  but  the  street 
sprinkler  that  has  been  in  commission  has  accomplished  its  pur- 
pose to  a  satisfactory  extent  at  the  principal  points  of  interest.  A 
hospital  tent,  under  the  management  of  the  Dickinson  Hospital  at 
Northampton,  is  the  latest  provision  for  the  comfort  and  benefit  of 
guests,  but  thus  far,  fortunately,  has  only  served  the  purpose  of 
showing  good  intentions. 

A  celebration  visitor  in  whom  there  is  much  interest  arrived  in 
the  afternoon  in  the  person  of  John  Gough  Sutton  of  Fort  Madison, 
la.,  as  the  guest  of  the  Town  of  Hadley.  Mr.  Sutton  is  a 
direct  descendant  of  Goffe,  the  regicide.  He  is  connected  with  a 
syndicate  which  builds  and  manages  water,  gas  and  electric  light 
plants  in  various  parts  of  the  country. 

The  hose  races  were  set  for  9.30  in  the  morning.  A  big  crowd 
watched  them  at  the  upper  end  of  West  Street  and  a  high  degree  of 
enthusiasm  prevailed.  The  line  of  the  firemen's  parade  which 
preceded  the  races  was  the  following: — 

Marshal,  Robert  McQueston. 
Northampton  band,  21  pieces,  M.  J.  Slater,  leader. 
Buggy  with  Chief  L.   R.   Smith  of  Hadley  and  Chief  F.  G. 

Howard  of  Hatfield. 
Hatfield  No.  i,  14  men,  Robert  Fitzgerald,  captain,  D.  F.  Wha- 

len,  driver. 
Hatfield  No.  2,  12  men,  Lewis  Pelissier,  captain,  M.  J.  Proulx, 

driver. 
Hatfield  No.  3,  19  men,  John  Batzold,  captain,  John  M.  Strong, 

driver. 


Hu})uiii^  of  Hopkins  Mill 


Frciiili   and   liiduni    \\  or 


J'  latboat 


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Hatfield  No.  4,  13  men,  Adam  B.  Wolfram,  captain,  Harry 
Holden,  driver. 

Hadley  No.  i  (West  Street),  15  men,  James  Byron,  captain, 
John  Pelissier,  driver. 

Hadley  No.  2  (Middle  Street),  11  men,  William  Sanders,  cap- 
tain, Herbert  Cook,  driver. 

Hadley  No.  3  (New  Boston),  15  men,  Charles  Pelissier,  captain, 
William  Walsh,  driver. 

Hadley  No.  4  (Hartsbrook),  15  men,  Edward  P.  West,  captain, 
Henry  Sabin,  driver. 

The  Hatfield  firemen  wore  uniforms  comprising  dark  caps  and 
trousers  and  white  blouses.  The  uniforms  of  the  Hadley  companies 
were  varied,  and  the  colors  added  much  to  the  appearance  of  the 
parade.  Some  of  the  companies  carried  canes,  and  others  small 
flags.  The  procession  marched  from  the  town  hall  through  Russell 
Street  to  West  Street,  around  the  celebration  tent,  and  proceeded 
to  the  upper  section  of  West  Street.  The  companies  laid  300  feet  of 
hose,  broke  hose  at  250  feet  from  hydrant,  and  turned  on  water. 
The  races  were  run  off'  with  admirable  dispatch  and  without  acci- 
dents or  disputes.  A  peculiar  phase  of  the  outcome  was  the  fact  that 
each  company,  except  Hadley  No.  4,  improved  on  the  time  of  all 
preceding  companies,  and  a  high  pitch  of  excitement  was  reached 
when  the  last  two  companies  came  to  the  test.  Hatfield  No.  2  filled 
the  hearts  of  the  Hatfield  partisans  with  joy  by  beating  all  preceding 
records,  but  the  Hadley  people  had  their  turn  when  Hadley  No.  2 
ran  last  and  won  first  prize.  The  shouts  of  applause  were  so  vigorous 
when  it  became  known  that  Hadley  had  won,  that  it  was  several 
minutes  before  the  announcer  could  make  himself  heard.  The  prizes 
were  ^25,  $15,  and  ^10. 

The  dedication  of  the  new  Hopkins  Academy  building  and  the 
presentation  of  gifts  by  several  classes,  was  the  feature  of  the  after- 
noon observances.  J.  C.  Hammond,  president  of  the  board  of  trus- 
tees, presided  and  made  the  address  of  acceptance  of  the  gifts  and 
of  dedication  of  the  building,  formerly  the  Dr.  Bonney  house,  on 
the  steps  of  which  the  exercises  were  held.  The  exterior  remains 
unchanged  in  architectural  design,  but  important  changes  have  been 
made  in  the  interior  to  provide  for  the  purposes  of  school  work. 
The  gifts  presented  were  a  flagstaff"  from  the  class  of  '95,  a  flag  given 
in  the  name  of  the  class  of  '89,  over  ^90  given  by  the  classes  of  '74, 
'88,  '90,  '92  and  '96,  and  a  picture  from  the  class  of  1906. 

J.  A.  Crosier  of  Northampton,  on  behalf  of  the  class  of  '95, 
presented  the  flagstaff".  He  spoke  of  a  need  of  teaching  greater 
patriotism  to  the  youth  of  the  land  and  he  hoped  that  the  pupils  of 


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the  academy  would  learn  that  the  emblem  that  flies  from  the  staff 
stands  for  freedom,  integrity  and  honor.  Arthur  B.  Smith  of  Chicago 
gave  the  flag  in  honor  of  his  class  of  '89.  He  said  that  while  the  flag 
might  not  inspire  the  pupils  to  valor  in  wars  for  their  country  the 
trustees  would  be  proud  and  the  world  benefited  if  the  pupils  were 
taught  and  inspired  to  be  a  little  better  than  the  average  American 
citizen. 

J.  H.  Heavens  of  Plymouth,  a  former  principal  of  the  academy, 
was  next  called  on.  He  said  that  the  only  condition  attached  to 
the  gift  of  the  money  which  he  was  presenting  for  the  several 
classes  was  that  it  should  be  used  for  some  purpose  in  connection 
with  the  physical  development  of  the  pupils.  The  amounts  given 
were  as  follows:  Class  of  '74,  ^5;  class  of  '88,  ;^I5;  class  of  '90, 
$^g;  class  of  '92,  ^12.50;  class  of  '96,  ^20.  Mr.  Heavens  then 
presented  a  small  but  finely  framed  picture  which  is  the  gift  of  the 
class  of  1906.  The  picture,  he  said,  was  merely  a  suggestion  which 
he  thought  was  worthy  of  being  followed  by  other  classes  and  individ- 
uals at  this  time  when  the  school  needs  many  pictures  and  such  things 
to  make  the  interior  attractive. 

The  baseball  game  between  the  students  and  alumni  followed 
the  program  at  the  academy.  In  the  course  of  the  afternoon  a  re- 
union of  the  Huntington  and  Porter  families  was  held  at  the  Bishop 
Huntington  homestead  on  the  North  Hadley  road  and  the  program 
of  the  day  closed  with  the  grand  patriotic  rally  in  the  celebration 
tent  in  the  evening. 

Preceding  this  there  was  a  reception  in  which  women  of  patriotic 
societies  met  members  of  various  branches  of  the  societies.  A  large 
part  of  the  seats  was  reserved  for  members  of  the  Grand  Army,  the 
Woman's  Relief  Corps,  the  Sons  of  Veterans,  and  Sons  and  Daugh- 
ters of  the  American  Revolution.  District  Attorney  K.  W.  Irwin  of 
Northampton  presided  with  his  characteristic  good  humor.  Rev. 
Dr.  A.  St.  John  Chambre  of  Lowell,  who  was  a  chaplain  in  the 
Civil  War,  in  the  brigade  of  Hadley's  most  famous  son,  "Fight- 
ing Joe"  Hooker,  made  an  address,  as  did  also  Judge  Henry  Stock- 
bridge  of  Baltimore,  Md.,  who  paid  glowing  tribute  to  the  sons  of 
Hadley,  and  of  the  country,  who  have  fought  the  nation's  battles, 
and  to  the  women  who  have  sacrificed  and  suff'ered,  too.  A  paper  on 
"Hadley  in  the  Colonial  Wars,"  by  Judge  Francis  M.  Thompson  of 
Greenfield,  was  read  by  Attorney  D.  H.  Keedy  of  Hadley.  Mrs. 
James  G.  Dunning  of  Springfield,  State  Regent  of  the  Daughters 
of  the  American  Revolution,  spoke  on  the  work  of  that  organization. 
Admiral  F.  A.  Cook  of  Northampton,  who  commanded  the  Brooklyn 
in  the  battle  of  Santiago  responded  for  the  Spanish  War  Veterans. 
He  said  that  it  was  late  and  everybody  knew  a  lot  about  the  Spanish 


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War,  so  he  told  a  story  with  a  good  laugh  to  it  and  wished  the  audi- 
ence good-night. 

Lieut.-Gov.  Louis  A.  Frothingham  and  four  aids-de-camp  of 
the  governor's  staff  had  seats  on  the  platform  during  the  latter  half 
of  the  meeting.  They  arrived  in  Hadley  by  way  of  the  Central  Mass- 
achusetts about  7.30.  They  were  met  by  E.  S.  Allen,  secretary  of 
the  celebration  committee,  and  A.  S.  Searle,  F.  S.  Reynolds,  George 
E.  Smith  and  L.  W.  West.  The  party  took  supper  at  the  Elmwood, 
and  it  must  have  been  an  enjoyable  occasion  judging  by  the  way 
faces  beamed  at  the  mention  of  it.  After  Judge  Stockbridge,  who 
was  speaking  when  they  entered,  had  finished,  the  lieutenant-gov- 
ernor's party  was  given  the  Chautauqua  salute  with  vehemence. 
The  lieutenant-governor  and  his  party  spent  the  night  on  Mt. 
Holyoke. 

HOPKINS  ACADEMY  DEDICATION  ADDRESS 

By  John   C.  Hammond,  Esq.,  President  of  the  Board  of  Trustees 

The  loyalty  of  the  sons  and  daughters  of  Old  Hadley  to  its 
honored  institution,  Hopkins  Academy,  is  abundantly  shown  today. 
Class  after  class  is  here  helping  us  in  the  dedication  of  the  new  home 
of  the  Academy.  The  tokens  of  appreciation  given  by  the  various 
classes  of  graduates  are  notable  in  their  fitness  to  round  out  and 
complete  the  decoration  of  the  Academy  home.  They  are  even  more 
notable  as  evidence  of  what  this  institution,  as  old  as  the  town  itself, 
means  to  all  of  us  who  owe  to  it  something  for  the  nurture  and  train- 
ing it  has  given. 

I  have  referred  to  the  Academy's  being  as  old  as  the  town  itself. 
Edward  Hopkins,  the  founder  of  the  fund,  died  in  England  252  years 
ago,  two  years  before  the  town  was  born.  By  his  will  he  bequeathed 
the  residue  of  his  estate  which  was  in  New  England  to  four  trustees 
"to  give  some  encouragement  in  those  foreign  plantations  for  the 
breeding  of  hopeful  youths,  both  at  the  Grammar  School  and  Col- 
lege, for  the  public  service  of  the  Country  in  future  times." 

It  took  time  to  settle  the  estate.  The  two  surviving  trustees, 
William  Goodwin  who  had  then  removed  to  Hadley,  and  John  Daven- 
port of  New  Haven,  by  an  agreement  dated  April  30,  1664,  after 
providing  for  a  Grammar  School  in  Hartford,  and,  by  a  proviso  later 
in  the  will,  taking  one  hundred  pounds  from  Hadley's  share  for 
Harvard  College,  divided  what  remained  equally  between  the  towns 
of  New  Haven  and  Hadley. 

The  Hopkins  Grammar  School  as  it  was  then  called  began  its 
course  in  Hadley  as  early  as  1666  or  1667.  The  fund,  with  its  moder- 
ate foundation,  was  added  to  from  time  to  time  in  the  earlier  years 


40  Old  Hadley 

but  was  always  limited  in  amount;  and  tuition  was  charged  until 
about  1853,  since  which  time  tuition  has  been  free  to  residents  of 
Hadley. 

In  the  first  years  the  Hopkins  School  was  in  the  house  of  Na- 
thaniel Ward  who  died  in  1664,  which  house  he  willed  to  the  school. 
Later,  it  was  in  a  schoolhouse,  25  x  18,  built  in  the  middle  of  the  West 
Street.  Many  persons  in  this  audience  remember  Dea.  Simeon 
Dickinson  who  died  in  1890  at  the  age  of  95.  He  attended  the 
Hopkins  School  in  that  building. 

In  1816  or  1817  the  brick  Academy  building  where  those  of  my 
age  attended  was  built  on  Russell  Street.  This  continued  to  be  used 
until  it  was  destroyed  by  fire  February  18,  i860.  The  Academy 
afterward  used  rooms  in  the  rear  of  the  First  Church  vestry  until 
December,  1865,  when  it  occupied  the  second  story  of  the  new  school 
building  erected  by  the  town  at  the  southwest  corner  of  Middle 
Street  and  Russell  Street  until  this,  too,  was  lost  by  fire.  The  present 
school  building  of  brick  was  built  by  the  town  in  1894.  The  Academy 
has  ever  since  occupied  the  second  floor. 

Now,  when  the  pressing  needs  of  the  town  require  more  room 
for  its  schools  it  is  most  opportune  that  the  Academy  with  its  funds 
increased  to  something  over  $100,000  is  able  to  again  have  a  home  of 
its  own.  This  home  of  the  late  Dr.  Bonney,  with  its  more  than  five 
acres  of  land  adjoining  the  old  campus,  has  been  acquired.  You 
see  how  well  it  lends  itself  to  the  purposes  of  this  ancient  and  honored 
Academy.  An  ample,  well  lighted  assembly  room;  spacious  and 
convenient  recitation  rooms;  and  a  gymnasium  and  recreation  hall 
developed  from  Dr.  Bonney's  barn.  Even  the  cozy  tenement  house 
can  be  a  convenient  home  for  the  janitor. 

Not  merely  in  its  housing  does  the  Academy  prosper.  There 
are  plans  and  hopes  for  a  broader  sphere  of  influence.  The  approved 
modern  idea  that  the  boy  or  girl  who  studies  to  be  fitted  for  the  life 
on  the  farm  shall  have  special  instructions  oflFered  will  be  here  carried 
out,  and  preparation  for  the  trades  can  in  some  degree  be  given. 

At  the  celebration  of  fifty  years  ago  last  June,  I,  a  boy  of  sixteen, 
hired  my  first  team  and  drove  here  from  my  South  Amherst  home 
and  incurred  the  further  rash  expense  of  a  dinner  in  the  great  tent. 
In  the  fall  I  attended  the  Academy  at  the  beginning  of  my  prepara- 
tion for  college  and  was  under  that  best  of  teachers,  J.  R.  Davenport. 
I  finished  my  preparation  elsewhere;  but  from  that  time  to  the 
present  my  enthusiastic  admiration  for  the  work  and  name  of  Hop- 
kins Academy  has  been  continuous  and  increasing. 

In  1870  I  came  on  the  Board  of  Trustees.  William  P.  Porter, 
whose  term  of  service  is  next  to  mine  in  length  has  been  treasurer 
thirty-one  years. 


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As  we  on  this  Anniversary  day  dedicate  this  new  Academy  home 
for  the  good  of  all  who  can  now  benefit  by  it  and  for  the  good  of  those 
who  shall  come  after  us,  we  will  give  it  our  loyal  support.  Class  after 
class  comes  and  presents  some  gift.  They  all  testify  to  the  benefit 
and  worth  of  this  Academy  to  which  my  mother,  my  brothers,  my 
sister  and  myself  owe  much.  All  the  people  scattered  far  and  wide 
who  gather  in  Hadley  today  turn  with  loving  recollection  to  Old 
Hopkins  Academy  and  rejoice  in  this — the  brightest  day  in  its 
history. 

ADDRESS  INTRODUCING  THE  EVENING 
SPEAKERS 

By  Hon.  Richard   fV.  Irwin 

The  importance  and  worth  of  a  town  are  not  to  be  altogether 
measured  by  its  material  possessions.  Its  real  merit  is  to  be  found 
in  the  hearts,  the  brains,  and  the  morals  of  its  men  and  women.  By 
this  standard  does  Hadley  measure  large.  On  this  occasion  we  pay 
high  tribute  to  one  of  Hadley's  most  illustrious  sons — Gen.  Joseph 
Hooker. 

One  would  hardly  expect  that  from  this  old,  quiet  town,  living 
its  peaceful  and  contented  life  among  the  meadows  of  the  Connecti- 
cut, should  come  the  soldier  whose  fierce  onset  and  dogged  per- 
severance in  battle  led  his  soldiers  on  the  field  of  battle  to  call  him 
"Fighting  Joe  Hooker"  (an  appellation  he  never  relished),  and 
whose  brilliance  as  a  general  has  been  unequalled  by  any  com- 
mander in  the  wars  of  the  American  republic.  Yet  in  such  farming 
communities,  representative  of  the  best  of  Massachusetts,  runs  the 
fighting  blood  that  strengthened  the  arms  of  Cromwell's  Ironsides; 
that  won  their  firesides  and  maintained  them  against  the  Indians; 
marched  behind  Washington  from  Bunker  Hill  to  Yorktown.  From 
such  stock  was  Gen.  Joseph  Hooker. 

He  was  born  in  Hadley  November  13,  1814.  His  father  was 
Joseph  Hooker,  who  came  to  Hadley  from  Enfield.  His  mother  was 
Mary  Seymour  of  Hadley.  Physically  he  was  of  fine  proportions, 
slender,  but  with  well-rounded  outlines;  erect,  with  head  well 
poised  and  crowned  with  a  luxuriant  growth  of  hair  of  a  light  auburn 
hue;  features  symmetrical  and  expressive,  a  graceful  carriage,  the 
personification  of  frank  and  youthful  manliness.  His  early  educa- 
tional opportunities  were  limited.  The  common  school  and  Hopkins 
Academy  furnished  him  with  such  acquirements  as  he  possessed  on 
his  entrance  to  West  Point. 

At  the  age  of  18  Hooker  received  appointment  to  a  cadetship  at 
the  military  academy,  entering  that  institution  in  1833,  graduating 


42  Old  Hadley 

with  honors  in  the  year  1837.  From  this  point  his  record  is  a  part  of 
the  annals  of  our  country.  He  served  under  McClellan,  Burnside, 
Thomas,  Sherman  and  Grant  with  unfaltering  fidelity  and  zeal. 
When  relieved  from  the  command  of  the  army  of  the  Potomac 
the  only  favor  he  asked  of  Lincoln  v^as  the  privilege  of  changing 
places  v^ith  Meade,  to  command  a  corps  under  his  late  subordinate, 
so  that  he  might  share  in  the  dangers  and  honors  of  the  campaign 
he  had  begun.  The  campaign  was  completed  successfully  by  the 
battle  of  Gettysburg,  which  was  won  by  adopting  Hooker's  plan  of 
campaign,  after  he  was  relieved.  "Gettysburg  was  Hooker's  revenge 
for  Chancellorsville."  Never  was  the  great  confederate  chieftain, 
Lee,  outflanked  when  forces  were  equal,  except  when  Hooker  com- 
manded against  him. 

In  the  history  of  the  war  of  the  rebellion  nothing  that  any  of 
our  commanders  have  done  on  land,  has  equalled  in  audacity  of 
design,  the  brilliance  of  execution  or  the  consummate  glory  of 
success  which  Hooker  accomplished  many  times.  For  splendid 
bravery,  for  unhesitating  acceptance  of  desperate  and  stupendous 
odds,  for  perseverance  in  the  fight  until  victory  was  won,  for  success 
that  thrills  the  blood  and  urges  on  the  fire  of  patriotism,  no  achieve- 
ment of  America  on  land  or  sea  is  superior  to  Hooker's  standing 
with  his  regiments  at  Williamsburg,  thrown  like  a  wall  across  the 
peninsula  and  holding  the  whole  rebel  army  at  bay  while  McClellan 
made  a  retreat;  or  again  in  distant  Tennessee  scaling  the  mountain 
battlements  and  fighting  "the  battle  above  the  clouds." 

It  has  by  some  been  said  that  his  abilities  were  only  those  of  a 
corps  commander,  calculated  to  mold  his  army  into  a  thunderbolt 
and  hurl  it  into  the  center  of  the  fierce  conflict  of  battle;  or  to  lead 
on  his  soldiers  with  drawn  and  beckoning  sword  in  some  desperate 
charge  against  the  whole  strength  of  an  opposing  army.  Yet  this 
descendant  of  the  farming  Puritans  in  transferring  the  army  of  the 
Potomac  across  the  broad  waters  of  the  Rappahannock  in  the  face  of 
Lee's  whole  army,  accomplished  an  act  of  strategy  which  side  by 
side  with  Napoleon  crossing  the  Danube  ranks  as  one  of  the  highest 
achievements  in  the  art  of  war,  and  is  the  text-book  model  which  is 
taught  at  West  Point. 

He  stands  at  the  head  of  Massachusetts's  roll  of  warriors,  and  a 
grateful  commonwealth  has  erected  upon  the  capitol  grounds  at 
Boston  his  statue  to  commemorate  and  perpetuate  his  valorous 
deeds;  there  let  it  stand  as  a  memorial  that  from  her  common  people, 
when  time  demanded,  Massachusetts  furnished  for  the  saving  of  the 
nation  one  worthy  to  rank  with  the  great  leaders  of  war,  in  the  farmer 
boy  of  old  Hadley. 


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HADLET  IN  THE  COLONIAL   WARS 

By  'Judge  Francis  M.   Thompson 

The  history  of  the  people  whom  our  ancestors  found  occupying 
this  broad  and  beautiful  valley,  their  primitive  dv^'ellings  standing 
beside  the  purling  brooks  which,  with  reduced  volume,  still  run  down 
to  the  "long  river,"  where  the  natives  speared  the  salmon,  the  shad, 
and  the  muskalonge;  the  people  who  hunted  in  the  primeval  forest 
which  then  covered  the  waste  places,  with  whom  our  ancestors  lived, 
with  whom  they  fought,  and  whom  they  finally  blotted  out — or  drove, 
a  scanty  remnant,  into  the  western  wilds — is  closely  interwoven 
with  our  own. 

This  interesting  people  hardly  had  fair  treatment  by  the  pious 
historians  of  the  early  time.  The  English  settlers  thought,  like  the 
Israelites  of  old,  that  it  was  their  right — yea,  that  it  was  their  solemn 
duty,  to  rid  the  land  which  the  Lord  their  God  had  given  them,  as 
well  of  Indians,  as  of  wolves,  bears,  and  other  wild  animals. 

It  is  true  that  the  natives  were  deficient  in  the  refinements  of 
civilized  life;  yet,  in  the  construction  of  their  canoes,  weapons  of 
war,  baskets,  moccasins,  fish  and  game  traps,  and  in  methods  of 
taking  game,  they  exhibited  much  art  and  established  models  which 
are  used  for  the  same  purposes  at  the  present  time.  The  squaws 
cultivated  little  patches  of  corn  and  beans  with  the  antlers  of  the 
moose  or  deer,  and  in  some  parts  they  grew  a  few  stalks  of  tobacco 
for  their  lords  to  use  in  their  pipes;  but  war  and  hunting  comprised 
the  activities  of  the  men.  While  the  Indians  ranked  low  in  the 
human  family,  yet,  as  patriots,  warriors,  philosophers — in  the  ardent 
love  of  country,  of  their  birthplace,  they  exhibited  deep  feeling. 

The  first  instrument  recorded  in  the  first  Book  of  Deeds  in 
Springfield,  is  an  agreement  signed  by  Joseph  Parsons  and  two 
others,  acting  for  Northampton,  to  convey  to  Samuel  Smith,  William 
Westwood  and  Andrew  Warner  acting  as  agents  for  Hadley,  the  great 
Capawonk  meadows  in  Hatfield  for  thirty  pounds  sterling,  to  be  paid 
for  before  June  1st,  1659,  in  wheat  and  peas.  The  document  was 
recorded  December  2nd  of  that  year.  Six  Hadley  men  had  already 
settled  there. 

The  Indians  who  inhabited  this  immediate  section  were  called 
Norwottucks,  and  were,  as  well  as  the  Pocumtucks  at  Deerfield, 
closely  related  to  the  Nipmucks,  whose  country  was  farther  east. 

The  new  settlers  in  the  valley  lived  with  the  natives  in  peace 
until  the  secret  agents  of  Philip,  the  discontented  Wampanoag  chief, 
whispered  venom  into  the  listening  ears  of  the  Norwottuck  braves, 
although  the  valley  Indians,  before  they  made  peace  with  the  Mo- 
hawks in  1 67 1,  made  themselves  nuisances  by  seeking  shelter  in  the 


44  Old  Hadley 

out-buildings  of  the  settlers,  upon  any  fear  of  a  Mohawk  attack. 
The  salutation  "Netop"  (my  friend),  was  often  heard  in  the  settle- 
ments, and  the  men  sold  furs,  fish  and  venison;  and  the  squaws  sold 
baskets,  mats,  moccasins  and  other  handiwork,  and  some  of  them 
served  in  the  homes  of  the  settlers. 

Philip's  schemes  culminated  in  his  attack  upon  the  town  of 
Swansey  near  his  Mount  Hope  headquarters,  June  24th,  1675.  Nine 
persons  were  killed,  many  houses  and  barns  burned,  and  much  dam- 
age was  done  to  stock  and  crops.  Plymouth  and  Massachusetts 
sprang  to  arms,  and  soon  Philip  and  his  followers  disappeared  in  the 
forest  and  on  August  5th  arrived  among  the  Quabaugs  in  the  Nip- 
muck  country. 

The  hostiles  who  operated  in  old  Hampshire  County  were  nearly 
all  Nipmucks,  joined  later  by  the  Pocumtucks  and  other  river  tribes. 
They  first  attacked  Brookfield,  but  nearly  all  the  people  concentrated 
in  a  strong  house  which  they  bravely  defended  for  three  days  when 
they  were  relieved  by  Major  Simeon  Willard.  Philip's  Indians  soon 
after  gathered  at  Paquayag  (now  Athol)  and  those  in  the  valley  about 
the  different  settlements.  Those  in  this  vicinity  had  built  a  fort  on 
the  bluff  above  the  Connecticut  river  within  the  present  bounds  of 
Hatfield,  and  the  people  being  suspicious  of  them  the  military  au- 
thorities by  persuasion,  took  possession  of  their  arms.  Subsequently, 
the  Indians  professing  great  loyalty  to  the  settlers  and  expressing  a 
strong  desire  to  go  out  against  the  enemy,  their  arms  were  restored 
to  them,  and  a  party  of  tliem  accompanied  some  Connecticut  troops 
on  a  scout,  but  their  conduct  was  such  that  they  were  suspected  of 
treachery,  and  Captains  Beers  and  Lothrop  in  command  at  Hadley, 
upon  the  expressed  desire  of  the  people,  decided  to  again  disarm  the 
Indians.  Surrounding  the  fort  at  midnight,  they  discovered  that 
the  savages  had  killed  an  old  sachem  who  would  not  join  them,  and 
had  fled. 

Immediate  pursuit  was  made  by  the  excited  soldiers,  and  in  a 
swamp  near  the  foot  of  Sugar-loaf  mountain  they,  without  warning, 
received  the  fire  of  forty  or  fifty  Indians,  and  at  that  time  and  during 
the  three  hours'  sharp  fight  that  ensued,  the  English  lost  nine  men, 
one  of  whom — Azariah  Dickinson — was  from  Hadley.  A  squaw 
captured  a  few  days  after  reported  that  twenty-six  Indians  were  slain. 

September  1st,  a  soldier  from  Connecticut  while  hunting  for  a 
stray  horse  at  Deerfield  was  waylaid  and  slain,  and  the  enemy  rushed 
into  the  village  and  burned  many  buildings.  The  garrison  was  too 
weak  to  make  a  sally,  but  two  Indians  venturing  near  the  fort  were 
killed. 

The  next  day  the  Indians  at  Squaukeag  (Northfield)  waylaid  a 
party  who  ventured  out  of  the  fort,  and  eight  men  were  killed.     Not 


The  Celebration  Committee 


Oriville   W.   Prouty  Dr.   F.   H.  Smith,   Chairman 

Elam  S.   Allen,   Secretary  and  Treasurer 

RcFi-s  M.  Smith 


James  Byron 


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knowing  of  this  attack,  Captain  Beers  with  thirty-six  men  left  Hadley 
with  carts  to  bring  off  the  inhabitants  of  Squaukeag.  On  the  second 
day  out  he  fell  into  an  ambuscade,  lost  his  own  life  and  the  lives  of 
twenty  of  his  men,  among  whom  were  William  Markham  and  Joseph 
Dickinson  of  Hadley.  Several  of  those  who  escaped  reached  Hadley 
the  same  night. 

On  the  5th  of  September,  Major  Treat  of  the  Connecticut 
forces,  set  out  for  Squaukeag  with  one  hundred  men,  who,  when  near- 
ing  the  town  were  daunted  at  seeing  the  heads  of  Captain  Beers'  men 
set  up  on  poles  beside  the  trail.  Thoroughly  alarmed,  they  lost  no 
time  in  taking  away  the  inhabitants,  leaving  the  dead  unburied,  and 
abandoning  the  sheep  and  cattle,  many  of  which  made  their  way 
through  the  wilderness  to  Hadley. 

Whether  or  not  the  Indians  made  an  attack  upon  Hadley  on 
September  1st,  1675,  is  in  dispute,  and  we  pass  on  to  the  next  disaster 
suffered  by  the  English — the  massacre  of  Lothrop  and  "the  Flower 
of  Essex,"  at  Muddy  (now  Bloody)  brook.  Lothrop  had  been  sent 
to  Deerfield  to  guard  the  teams  while  they  drew  away  a  large  quan- 
tity of  harvested  wheat.  Lacking  due  caution,  his  command  ran 
into  an  ambuscade  of  several  hundred  Indians  at  the  crossing  of 
the  brook,  with  the  result  that  he  and  about  sixty  of  his  men 
were  buried  in  one  grave.  While  Deerfield  suffered  the  loss  of  seven- 
teen citizens  in  this  bloody  affair,  Hadley  escaped  with  the  loss  of 
Francis  Barnard,  who  was  acting  as  a  teamster. 

Hadley  was  the  military  headquarters  for  Hampshire  County, 
with  Major  Pynchon  in  command.  The  Springfield  Indians  had  con- 
centrated at  their  fort  on  Long  Hill,  toward  Long  Meadow,  claiming 
to  be  friendly  to  the  English.  The  Connecticut  Council  advised 
Pynchon  not  to  disarm  them,  but  to  secure  hostages  for  their  good 
behavior;  and  such  action  was  taken,  the  hostages  being  sent  to 
Hartford.  Pynchon,  learning  at  Hadley  that  a  body  of  Indians  were 
in  the  vicinity  of  the  Hadley  mill,  drew  off  men  from  the  Springfield 
garrison,  intending  to  go  out  against  them  the  following  day.  The 
same  day,  Tonto,  a  Windsor  Indian,  disclosed  a  plot  concocted  by 
the  Indians  to  burn  Springfield  the  next  day.  The  alarm  reached 
Pynchon  at  Hadley  after  midnight,  and  before  his  men  could  reach 
Springfield  the  hellish  work  of  destruction  had  been  accomplished 
by  the  Springfield  Indians  and  many  Nipmucks  whom  they  had 
secretly  admitted  to  their  fort.  Happily  the  loss  of  life  was  com- 
paratively small,  three  persons  being  killed  and  two  mortally 
wounded,  but  the  property  loss  was  a  terrible  blow  to  the  infant 
settlement.  The  campaign  continued  by  an  attack  on  Hatfield  by 
seven  or  eight  hundred  Indians,  but  the  place  was  well  prepared 
for  defence,  and  the  enemy  was  repulsed.     A  few  days    after,  an 


46  Old  Hadley 

unsuccessful  raid  was  made  upon  Northampton,  and  then  the  Indians 
retired  to  a  place  just  above  Squaukeag,  where  they  wintered. 

About  April  ist,  1676,  the  Indians  attacked  some  laborers  near 
Hockanum,  and  killed  Deacon  Richard  Goodman  and  two  soldiers, 
and  took  Thomas  Reed  a  prisoner  to  the  camp  at  Squaukeag.  When 
the  fishing  season  arrived,  after  planting  corn  at  Northfield,  they 
broke  camp  and  moved  down  the  river  to  Peskeompscut  (now 
Turners)  Falls,  and  planted  corn  at  Deerfield.  The  prisoner  Reed 
made  his  escape  and  coming  into  Hadley  he  told  of  the  unguarded 
position  of  the  enemy  engaged  in  fishing  at  the  Falls.  Stirred  up 
by  the  activity  of  Rev.  John  Russell,  the  Hadley  minister,  the  military 
authorities  decided  "to  go  out  against  them  tomorrow  night  so  as 
to  be  with  them,  the  Lord  assisting,  before  the  break  of  day." 

The  successful  attack,  and  the  disastrous  retreat  of  the  victors, 
in  which  Captain  Turner  lost  his  life  and  out  of  one  hundred  and 
sixty  men  in  the  expedition,  thirty-seven  were  killed  and  two  mortally 
wounded,  need  not  be  fully  recited  here.  Under  the  able  manage- 
ment of  Captain  Samuel  Holyoke,  the  survivors  reached  safety  at 
Hadley,  having  been  pursued  by  the  savages  for  many  miles.  Rev. 
Hope  Atherton,  minister  of  Hatfield,  who  acted  as  chaplain  of  the 
expedition,  wandered  without  food  for  nearly  four  days  before 
he  found  himself  in  Hadley,  and  did  not  know  how  he  crossed  the 
Connecticut  River.  The  terrible  experiences  of  Jonathan  Wells,  a 
youth  of  sixteen  years  from  Hadley,  who  by  his  bravery  that  day 
gained  the  name  of  "the  Boy  Hero,"  reads  like  a  story  from  Cooper's 
novels.  He  was  lamed  for  life,  and  it  was  four  years  and  two  months 
before  he  could  walk.  Hadley  sent  twenty-five  men  in  this  expedi- 
tion, of  whom  eight  were  killed  and  Wells  severely  wounded. 

On  the  20th  of  May,  Hatfield  was  again  attacked;  twelve  houses 
and  barns  were  burned  and  many  horses  and  other  live  stock  were 
killed  or  driven  away.  Twenty-five  brave  Hadley  men  crossed 
the  river  to  the  aid  of  their  neighbors.  The  Indians  wounded  two 
of  them  before  they  left  the  boat,  but  the  men  landed  in  the  face  of 
their  attack,  killed  five  or  six  of  the  enemy  by  their  first  volley,  and 
the  Indians  retreated  toward  the  fort.  In  this  fight  five  men  were 
killed  and  three  were  wounded.  Hadley  lost  a  very  brave  young 
man  in  the  person  of  Johanna,  son  of  Lieutenant  Samuel  Smith. 
John  Stow  of  Hadley  was  severely  wounded.  Both  of  these  young 
men  had  escaped  in  the  Falls  fight,  a  few  days  before. 

On  the  8th  of  June,  1676,  two  hundred  and  fifty  mounted  troops 
and  two  hundred  friendly  Indians  from  Connecticut  paraded  Hadley 
streets  with  silken  banners,  giving  the  river  towns  great  sense  of 
security.  Unaware  of  the  presence  of  this  large  body  of  soldiers,  the 
Indians  made  an  attack  on  Hadley  with  several  hundred  warriors. 


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Thev  were  soon  compelled  to  disperse,  not,  however,  until  they  had 
killed  three  soldiers  who  had  foolishly  ventured  from  the  fort  without 
arms. 

Philip  was  slain  near  Mount  Hope,  August  12th,  and  the  river 
Indians  fled  toward  the  Hudson,  many  being  killed  in  their  flight. 
Hadley  mill  which  had  been  garrisoned  during  the  war  was  burned 
by  straggling  Indians  in  1677. 

Hatfield  was  again  attacked  September  19th,  the  same  year, 
and  nine  persons  were  killed  and  four  wounded,  and  seventeen  taken 
captive  to  Canada.  Benjamin  Waite  and  Stephen  Jennings  whose 
wives  and  children  were  among  the  captives,  obtained  permission 
from  the  government  and  went  to  Canada  and  ransomed  the  sur- 
vivors of  the  Hatfield  prisoners  during  the  following  winter.  While 
in  captivity,  Mrs.  Waite  had  a  daughter  born  whom  she  named 
Canada;  and  Mrs.  Jennings  also  had  one  whom  she  named  Captivity. 
There  was  great  rejoicing  when  the  captives  returned  home. 

The  selectmen  of  Hadley  ordered  the  meeting  house  palisaded, 
and  that  every  male  above  the  age  of  sixteen  years  carry  to  meeting 
arms  and  ammunition,  under  a  penalty  of  one  shilling  for  any  neglect 
of  such  order. 

The  army  headquarters  during  the  war  had  been  with  Rev. 
John  Russell,  and  he  had  been  to  great  expense  in  furnishing  extra 
entertainment  for  the  oflScers.  Neglecting  to  solicit  remuneration 
from  the  government,  Mrs.  Russell  took  the  matter  up  and  secured 
a  grant  of  seventy-eight  pounds  thirteen  shillings  and  eight  pence. 

Comparative  quiet  reigned  in  Hadley  for  several  years,  enlivened 
at  times  by  the  actions  of  alleged  witches.  Finally  Mary  Webster 
was  arrested  for  causing  the  death  of  Philip  Smith  by  resorting  to 
this  art.  She  was  tried  in  Boston  and  acquitted.  She  returned  in 
fine  feather,  but  "public  opinion  ran  so  high  against  her,  that  a 
number  'of  brisk  lads'  of  the  town  'gave  disturbance  of  the  woman' 
on  several  occasions.  At  one  time  the  'disturbance'  consisted  in 
dragging  her  from  her  house  and  hanging  her  up  till  she  was 
almost  dead.  After  taking  her  down,  they  rolled  her  in  the  snow 
for  some  time,  buried  her  in  it,  and  there  left  her."  She  survived 
this  "disturbance"  process  for  eleven  years,  dying  in  1696,  aged 
about  70. 

From  1688  to  1698,  King  William's  War  raged.  Castreen  at- 
tacked Deerfield,  and  Indians  were  lurking  around  all  the  river 
towns,  making  constant  "watch  and  ward"  necessary.  Richard 
Church  of  Hadley  was  murdered  while  hunting  in  the  woods.  Four 
New  York  Indians  were  arrested  and  after  a  jury  trial  two  were 
convicted  and  shot.  Deerfield,  being  the  frontier  town  suffered 
much  more  than  the  other  river  settlements. 


48  Old  Hadley 

Next  came  Queen  Anne's  War,  lasting  from  1702  to  17 13.  The 
destruction  of  Deerfield,  February  29th.  1704,  terrorized  all  the 
vallev  settlers,  as  well  as  the  government  at  Boston.  In  the  meadow 
fight  which  followed,  fourteen  Hadlev  men  were  engaged  and  Ser- 
geant Robert  Boltwood,  his  son  Samuel,  Jonathan  Ingham,  and 
Nathaniel  Warner,  Jr.,  were  killed  and  ten  were  wounded.  Thomas 
Selden,  a  Hadlev  man  in  the  garrison,  was  also  killed,  and  Joseph 
Eastman  was  among  the  captives  taken  to  Canada. 

Father  Rasle's  War  followed  in  1722  and  continued  four  years. 
Fort  Dummer  (near  Brattleboro)  was  built  in  1724  for  the  protection 
of  the  river  towns.  Captain  Joseph  Kellogg,  a  native  of  Hadley  was 
in  command  ot  Xorthheld. 

The  fifth  Indian  war  lasted  from  1744  to  1748.  Col.  John 
Stoddard  of  Northampton  was  in  command  of  the  northern  militia 
at  the  beginning,  and  Eleazer  Porter  of  Hadlev  was  the  second  in 
command.  The  line  of  forts  from  Fort  Dummer  along  the  northern 
frontier  to  Fort  Massachusetts  on  the  Hoosac  river  was  established. 
Forts  were  built,  and  houses  palisaded  in  nearly  every  settlement. 
Manv  men  were  drawn  off  bv  the  expedition  for  the  siege  and  cap- 
ture of  Louisburg.  Captain  Seth  Pomeroy  of  Northampton  had  a 
command  there  in  which  were  three  Hadley  men.  Samuel  Good- 
man and  Joseph  Scott  of  Hadley  were  among  the  heroic  band  who, 
under  the  command  of  Sergeant  John  Hawks  of  Deerfield,  held  at 
bav  de  \'audrieul  with  four  hundred  and  fiftv  French  and  three 
hundred  Indians  for  nearly  two  davs.  in  their  determined  attack  on 
Fort  Massachusetts,  August  19th,  1746.  Sergeant  Hawks  had  with 
him  in  the  fort  twenty  soldiers,  one  chaplain,  three  women  and  five 
children.  John  Bridgman  of  Sunderland  was  killed  in  the  first 
day's  fight.  At  noon  of  the  second  dav  a  parley  was  called  and  propo- 
sitions were  made  by  de  Vaudrieul  that  if  the  fort  was  surrendered, 
the  garrison  should  receive  kind  treatment  and  be  taken  captive  to 
Canada.  Hawks  promised  an  answer  in  two  hours.  Finding  eleven 
of  his  partv  sick  with  dvsenterv,  and  that  but  little  ammunition  was 
left,  the  capitulation  was  made.  The  prisoners  were  treated  with 
the  greatest  kindness  on  their  long  journey  to  Canada.  The  second 
day  out,  the  wife  of  John  Smead  gave  birth  to  a  daughter.  The 
Indians  carried  the  mother  and  child  upon  an  improvised  litter. 
Samuel  Goodman  died  in  Canada,  March  21st,  1747. 

The  sixth  and  last  Indian  war  commenced  in  1 754and  continued 
until  1763.  Col.  Ephraim  V*  illiams  (the  founder  of  Williams  Col- 
lege) raised  a  regiment  in  the  valley  towns  for  service  in  this  war. 
Captain  Moses  Porter  of  Hadley  (a  grandfather  of  Bishop  Hunting- 
ton) commanded  a  company  in  this  regiment.  On  the  "bloody 
morning    scout,"    September    8th,    1755,    Col.    \\  illiams,    Captain 


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Porter,  Henry  Bartlett  of  Hadley,  and  forty-eight  others  were  slain 
near  Lake  George,  and  twenty-four  were  wounded.  During  this 
war  Hadley  furnished  forty-eight  soldiers;  South  Hadley,  fifty-four; 
Amherst,  forty-two;  and  Granby,  twenty-three. 

On  the  alarm  caused  by  the  massacre  of  the  surrendered  garrison 
at  Fort  William  Henrv,  Captain  Moses  Marsh  of  the  Hadley  militia, 
marched  with  thirtv-eight  men  as  far  as  the  Hudson  River,  where 
they  were  turned  back.  Captain  Samuel  Smith  of  South  Hadley 
also  marched  with  fifty-four  men  of  his  company. 

Eighty  years  of  almost  constant  fighting,  or  in  preparation  for 
defence  against  the  French  and  Indians,  had  developed  a  race  of  men 
skilled  in  warfare  and  the  use  of  arms,  which  fact  had  immense 
influence  in  the  greater  struggle  which  was  fast  approaching  with 
the  mother  country. 

Hadley  in  the  Colonial  Wars  always  performed  her  duties 
with  credit  and  renown,  and  that  reputation  she  has  since  nobly 
sustained. 

HAD  LET  IN  THE  REVOLUTION 

By  "Judge  Henry  Stockbridge 
Ex-President  General  of  the  national  society  of  the  Sons  of  the  American  Revolution 

We  are  met  tonight  on  sacred  ground.  Could  yonder  river 
rippling  so  peacefully  along,  could  these  ancient,  clustering  hills 
speak  to  us  of  the  scenes  of  self-sacrifice,  devotion  and  heroism 
enacted  in  this  valley  by  the  ancestors  of  those  now  gathered  here, 
the  tale  would  be  one  to  fire  the  blood  and  make  us  all  eager  to 
pledge  our  own  endeavors  to  do  them  fitting  honor,  and  consecrate 
ourselves  for  zealous  labor  in  behalf  of  a  land  they  loved  so  well  and 
to  which  \\t  are  so  deeply  indebted  for  the  freedom  and  privileges 
which  we  enjoy.  It  is  not  within  the  limits  allotted  me  to  recall  to 
your  attention  the  days  of  King  Philip's  War,  when  scarce  a  family 
in  this  and  the  adjoining  towns,  escaped  the  loss  of  som.e  mem- 
ber at  the  hands  of  the  vengeful  Indians;  nor  how  when  settle- 
ment after  settlement  was  being  abandoned,  those  who  had  taken 
up  their  home  in  this  town  remained  firm,  and  made  Hadley  the 
center  of  operations.  Nor  can  I  dwell  upon  the  self-sacrifice  and 
devotion  which  a  few  years  later  led  many  of  the  same  sturdy  colonists 
to  fare  forth  in  the  French  and  Indian  War  to  aid  their  fellow- 
countrymen. 

But  all  of  this  needs  to  be  borne  in  mind,  for  it  was  of  such  blood 
that  came  the  men  and  women  of  the  Revolutionary  period.  ^^  ith 
the  first  call  to  arms  the  men  of  this  valley  and  of  this  town  hastened 
to  respond.     And   throughout  all   that  long  struggle,   to  the  east, 


50  Old  Hadley 

north  and  south  went  the  men  of  Hampshire  County  sturdily  to 
battle.  The  tide  of  actual  warfare  spared  this  immediate  vicinity, 
and  it  was  far  from  home  that  they  suffered  and  fought  in  summer's 
heat  and  winter's  snows,  but  they  faltered  not,  striving  for  a  common 
purpose,  the  creation  of  a  free  nation  to  be  self-governing  and  self- 
governed,  a  liberty  which  they  might  enjoy  and  hand  down  to  their 
descendants,  regulated  by  laws  enacted  by,  not  for  them. 

Not  less  worthy  of  honored  remembrance  are  the  women  of  the 
Revolution.  The  strains  of  martial  music,  the  excitement  of  the 
battle's  din,  the  colors  waving  in  the  breeze,  came  to  but  few  of  the 
mothers,  wives  and  daughters  of  that  day.  They  saw  those  whom 
they  loved  best  on  earth  go  forth  singly  or  in  groups,  and  then  they 
waited,  toiled  and  watched.  No  electric  current  winged  them 
messages,  reports  were  infrequent  and  uncertain;  for  weeks  and 
months  they  endured  the  uncertainty  of  how  the  loved  ones 
fared,  or  whether  indeed  they  still  lived,  and  yet  these  devoted 
women  labored  patiently,  unceasingly,  that  the  war  might  go  on, 
that  success  might  be  won,  that  liberty  be  gained,  a  priceless  inherit- 
ance for  their  children.  But  patriotism  is  not  limited  by  time  or 
place.  The  need  for  it  is  as  vital  today  in  this  republic  as  in  the  day 
of  our  ancestors.  The  descendants  of  those  who  fought  at  Bunker 
Hill,  Crown  Point  or  Ticonderoga  are  now  scattered  far  and  wide 
over  a  continent.  They  have  organized  patriotic  societies,  are  per- 
petuating the  memory  of  those  to  whom  they  owe  so  vast  a  debt,  are 
marking  the  sites  of  those  events  which  were  momentous  in  our  na- 
tion's history.  And  this  is  well  and  praiseworthy.  But  if  they  pause 
here,  they  belie  their  name.  There  is  no  nook  or  corner  of  this  land 
where  there  is  not  a  present  patriotic  work  to  be  done,  without 
which  the  liberties  we  now  enjoy  may  be  imperiled,  leaving  to  our 
descendants  a  heritage  tarnished  and  impaired  by  our  own  sloth 
and  neglect. 

The  demands  for  patriotism  cover  a  wide  range  of  matters  of 
grave  moment;  each  one  of  us  in  our  own  home,  wherever  it  may  be, 
does  not  have  to  look  far  afield  to  find  a  work  to  do;  but  he  or  she 
should  be  ready  to  apply  himself  or  herself  with  zeal  and  devotion 
to  the  work  which  lies  nearest  to  hand.  I  make  suggestions  simply 
along  two  lines: 

Of  the  80,000,000  or  so,  who  make  up  the  population  of  this 
republic,  nearly  16  per  cent  are  foreign  born.  They  have  come 
among  us  to  make  their  homes,  here  to  rear  their  families  and 
live  their  lives;  for  the  most  part  they  speak  a  foreign  tongue,  and 
know  little  or  nothing  of  the  principles  upon  which  our  government 
rests  or  even  the  true  meaning  of  liberty.  The  question  is  not  whether 
we  like  them  or  dislike  them,  whether  we  expect  to  choose  our  social 


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friends  and  acquaintances  among  them  or  not.  The  fact  is,  that  they 
are  here,  that  they  have  come  to  stay,  and  that  they  have  come  in 
numbers  which  are  bound  to  make  them  a  potent  force  for  w^eal  or 
woe  in  the  government  of  this  nation.  If  we  would  preserve  our  own 
ideals  uncontaminated  by  the  influences,  the  prejudices,  the  precon- 
ceived ideas  of  this  great  element  of  the  population,  it  is  our  duty  to 
teach  them  what  this  country  stands  for,  what  it  was  which  was 
achieved  by  our  independence,  and  how  they,  in  their  turn,  can  be- 
come the  sharers  of  our  privileges,  and  be  entitled  to  the  name 
"American."  If  we  do  not,  we  leave  them  a  prey  to  the  demagog 
who  for  selfish  or  base  purposes  may  instill  into  them  false  concep- 
tions, and  by  his  arts  mold  them  to  do  his  will. 

Another  influence  today  is  insidiously  working  throughout  this 
country.  The  projectors  and  founders  of  this  republic  took  as  the 
corner  stone  of  the  building  they  proposed  to  rear,  the  liberty  of 
the  individual  and  the  government  of  the  people  by  the  acts  of 
the  governed,  and  we  see  this  preserved  in  the  town  meetings 
of  this  and  other  New  England  villages;  but  elsewhere  the  tide 
is  slowly  but  steadily  rising  toward  a  government,  neither  by  the 
people  nor  by  the  people's  chosen  representatives,  but  through 
boards  and  commissions  appointed  for  and  over  the  people. 
Some  of  the  great  cities  of  this  country  have  already  adopted  this 
change;  in  some  the  powers  of  the  representatives  of  the  people 
have  been  much  curtailed,  and  in  many  this  altered  form  of  govern- 
ment is  openly  advocated  and  seriously  discussed.  Its  adoption 
amounts  to  neither  more  nor  less  than  a  confession  that  government 
by  the  people  is  a  failure,  that  we  are  no  longer  competent  to  protect 
our  rights  and  do  justice  to  our  fellowmen,  as  did  our  fathers  in  days 
of  yore.  I  for  one,  do  not  believe  that  the  day  has  yet  come  when 
we  must  write  down  in  the  pages  of  history  that  the  ideals  of  a  century 
and  a  quarter  ago  were  impracticable,  and  that  we  have  not  today  the 
honesty  and  ability  to  frame  just  laws  and  impartially  enforce  them, 
but  must  remit  such  duty  to  individuals  selected  for  us.  To  combat 
successfully  this  tendency,  two  things  are  necessary:  First,  that  we 
shall  ourselves  be  ready  to  serve  our  country,  state  or  nation,  not 
for  the  profit  or  fame  it  may  bring,  but  for  the  love  we  bear  our 
country;  and  second,  that  while  we  do  this  ourselves  we  must 
instill  into  those  about  us  the  same  spirit  and  the  same  readiness  to 
do  this  work. 

The  thought  which  I  would  leave  with  you  this  evening  is  that 
we,  the  descendants  of  the  patriots  of  the  early  days  of  our  nation's 
history,  should  more  resolutely  act  the  part  of  patriots  in  the  present, 
to  do  it  if  need  be  at  personal  sacrifice  of  time,  money  or  labor;  to 
set  an  example  of  practical  love  of  country,  and  by  our  acts  no  less 


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than  by  our  words,  demonstrate  that  we  are  worthy  successors  to 
those  whom  we  call  the  heroes  of  the  Colonial  and  Revolutionary 
periods  of  our  country. 

HADLET  IN   THE   CIVIL   WAR 

By  Rev.  A.  St.  John   Chatnbre 

Of  the  nearly  two  hundred  men  that  Hadley  furnished  to  the 
great  Union  Army,  some  served  in  eighteen  regiments  of  infantry; 
some  in  five  regiments  of  cavalry;  some  in  two  regiments  of  heavy 
artillery;  and  some  in  two  batteries  of  light  artillery.  A  number  of 
these  men  were  commissioned  officers;  but  whether  officers  or  men 
matters  not.  We  rightly  give  honor  to  those  who  had  the  respon- 
sibility of  official  position;  but  we  may  not  forget  that  the  "man 
behind  the  gun"  was  a  potent  factor  in  the  preservation  of  the  Union, 
and  the  exaltation  of  the  flag. 

However,  we  will  all  agree  that  Hadley  made  no  greater  con- 
tribution than  that  of  Major-Gen.  Joseph  Hooker — in  my  view  one 
of  the  grandest  military  men  this  country  has  produced.  Hadley 
may  well  be  proud  that  she  gave  birth  to  such  a  man.  We  never 
called  him  General  Hooker.  So  deeply  was  he  loved  and  trusted, 
that  he  was  afi^ectionately  known  as  "Old  Joe."  When  the  word 
went  along  the  lines,  "Old  Joe  is  coming,"  the  air  would  be  rent 
with  the  cheers  that  greeted  his  approach  and  his  departure.  They 
were  the  cheers  of  absolute  devotion  and  confidence.  He  was  one 
of  the  handsomest,  most  inspiring,  most  loyal  soldiers  of  the  Republic. 
No  commanding  officer  ever  drew  to  him  more  loyal  afi^ection,  or 
greater  admiration  from  those  serving  under  him.  His  courage  none 
ever  dreamed  of  questioning.  Where  there  was  danger.  Hooker  was 
sure  to  be  found.  I  have  seen  the  shells  bursting  around  him  and 
heard  the  whistle  of  the  bullets  upon  all  sides,  while  he  sat  calm  and 
undisturbed  on  his  historic  white  horse. 

It  was  my  fortune,  and  my  great  privilege,  to  know  somewhat 
intimately.  General  Hooker.  I  have  been  not  far  from  him,  under 
almost  all  circumstances  and  conditions,  by  night  and  by  day,  in 
his  tent,  and  upon  the  field.  I  think  I  knew  his  character  and  his 
habits.  I  think  I  knew  him  for  what  he  was,  and  for  what  he  desired 
to  be  and  to  do  as  a  commanding  general  in  the  service  of  the  United 
States.  I  have  never  known  him  to  be  false  in  any  direction;  and 
those  who  served  under  him  from  the  banks  of  the  Potomac  to 
Lookout  Mountain,  can  never  be  made  to  believe  that  he  was  not 
always  all  that  a  gentleman,  an  officer,  a  soldier  should  be.  The 
charge  has  been  made  that  General  Hooker  was  not  always  hiijiself, 
because  of  having  taken  that  which  does  no  man  any  good,  and  does 


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many  much  evil.  Men  and  women  of  Hadley,  I  want  to  say  to  you, 
emphatically,  and  because  of  personal  knowledge,  that  you  may 
say  to  anyone  who  brings  this  charge  of  intemperance  against  Joseph 
Hooker,  "It  is  a  lie!" 

Men  and  women  of  Hadley,  you  have  a  long  line  of  splendid 
memories,  culminating  in  Major-Gen.  Joseph  Hooker.  More  than 
forty  years  have  passed  since  the  war  closed.  Itself  is  becoming 
almost  a  memory.  But  the  memory  should  be  cherished.  Many 
of  your  sons  were  left  "dead  upon  the  field  of  glory,"  some  have 
died  from  disease  contracted  in  the  service,  some  suffered  and  lan- 
guished in  southern  prisons,  some  have  returned  and  are  still  with 
you.  These  last  are  all  that  is  left  to  you  of  one  of  the  grandest  and 
noblest  armies  the  world  has  ever  known,  or  is  likely  to  know.  Honor 
them,  respect  and  cherish  them,  for  what  they  have  done  and  dared. 
Remember,  that  because  of  the  struggle  of  which  they  were  a  part, 
our  flag  floats  everywhere  freely,  proudly,  triumphantly.  Remem- 
ber, that  out  of  that  struggle  this  nation  has  won  and  holds  the 
admiration  of  the  whole  world. 


WEDNESDAY— LAST  DAY 


THE  climax  of  old  Hadley's  celebration  Wednesday  exceeded 
even  the  highest  anticipations.  The  limit  of  attendance 
talked  of  was  10,000;  the  immense  crowd  which  viewed  the 
parade  in  the  morning  numbered  not  less  than  25,000.  The  old 
town,  the  efficient  committees  and  all  of  the  hundreds  of  people 
who  contributed  to  the  preparation  for  the  last  day  of  the  celebra- 
tion covered  themselves  with  glory. 

The  people  began  pouring  into  the  town  at  an  early  hour,  and 
soon  every  means  of  transportation  felt  the  strain  of  a  demand  far 
beyond  its  capacity.  The  street  railway  line  ran  its  cars  by  twos 
early  in  the  morning,  and  by  the  hour  of  the  parade  they  were  going 
as  high  as  eight  at  a  time  and  running  with  the  greatest  possible  fre- 
quency. No  car  reached  Hadley  after  7  o'clock  with  standing  room 
to  spare,  even  on  the  running  board,  and  in  a  short  time  the  line  was 
completely  overwhelmed.  The  steam  road  ran  extra  coaches,  but 
there  was  only  one  train  from  Northampton  which  arrived  in  Hadley 
in  time  for  the  parade.  The  Massachusetts  Central  division  lost  a 
rare  opportunity  for  reaping  a  harvest,  and  it  is  understood  that  this 
occurred  in  spite  of  the  fact  that  the  general  celebration  committee 
had  urged  the  company  to  run  extra  trains.  The  Northampton  and 
Hadley  highway  was  crowded  all  day  with  private  and  public  auto- 
mobiles, omnibuses  and  carriages.  But  if  there  was  difficulty  in 
getting  the  people  into  Hadley,  there  was  no  trouble  about  their 
accommodation  after  they  arrived.  No  parade  of  such  extent  and 
importance  was  ever  witnessed  under  circumstances  more  comfort- 
able for  the  spectators.  The  fine  celebration  weather  held  to  the 
end.  The  long  rows  of  the  famous  Hadley  elms,  the  deep  grass- 
covered  borders  of  the  streets,  and  the  seemingly  limitless  extent 
of  the  commons  made  ideal  conditions  for  the  pleasure  of  the  im- 
mense throngs  of  spectators. 

The  several  divisions  of  the  parade  formed  at  the  lower  ends  of 
Middle  and  West  Streets.  The  start  was  made  at  10  o'clock,  and 
the  line  first  passed  up  Middle  Street  and  by  the  four  corners  at  the 
town  hall,  where  was  congregated  one  of  the  largest  masses  of  the 
celebration  crowd.  Here  the  various  features  were  greeted  with 
enthusiastic  applause,  and  the  line  received  another  similar  ovation 
as  it  passed  by  the  four  corners  at  West  Street,  where  was  assembled 


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a  still  greater  multitude.  The  procession  reached  West  Street  by 
going  through  North  Lane,  then  proceeded  down  the  full  length 
of  the  west  side,  crossed  to  the  east  side  and  went  up  to  and 
through  Russell  Street  to  the  town  hall,  where  it  disbanded.  The 
line  was  more  than  a  mile  long  and  occupied  about  three-quarters 
of  an  hour  in  passing  a  given  point. 

The  historic  pageantry  was  a  most  conspicuous  and  interesting 
feature.  It  comprised  11  Hadley  floats,  which  had  been  projected 
and  worked  out  under  the  direction  of  Clarence  Hawkes,  and  in  the 
same  division  was  the  important  contribution  made  by  the  Gen. 
Joseph  Hooker  Association,  representing  Hooker's  brigade,  with 
Gen.  Hooker  in  command. 

The  floats  were  remarkably  realistic  presentations  of  the  events 
and  life  which  they  were  intended  to  portray.  "The  angel  of  Had- 
ley," "The  burning  of  Hopkins  Academy  grist  mill,"  with  real  smoke 
issuing  from  the  crevices  of  the  logs,  "The  presentation  of  Bur- 
goyne's  sword,"  and  the  several  other  events  depicted,  were  all  in- 
stantly recognized  and  generously  applauded.  The  troop  of  Indians 
following"The  angel  ofHadley"float  were  exceptionally  well  gotten  up. 

The  second  division  comprised  floats  from  the  sister  and  daugh- 
ter towns.  Hatfield  and  South  Hadley  had  directed  their  attention 
to  artistic  eff^ect  and  had  produced  two  of  the  most  beautiful  features 
of  the  parade.  Amherst  and  the  Massachusetts  Agricultural  College 
may  be  said  to  have  sought  eff^ective  presentation  of  ideas  in  accord 
with  the  scholarly  traditions  of  the  college  town.  Old  Deerfield 
presented  an  almost  uncomfortable  suggestion  of  the  fate  which 
impended  over  the  early  settlers.  Granby,  Northampton,  Sunder- 
land and  Whately  showed  various  phases  of  pioneer  life. 

The  third  division  represented  the  progress  in  development  of 
methods  of  travel  and  there  were  a  number  of  exhibits  of  ancient 
vehicles.  The  fourth  division  was  illustrative  of  Hadley  of  today,  and 
contained  broom  shop,  sorting  shop  and  trade  floats,  the  Hadley 
fire  department,  a  float  contributed  by  the  West  Street  girls,  which 
in  point  of  artistic  beauty  was  scarcely  exceeded  by  anything  in  the 
parade,  and  the  grange  float,  which  was  also  one  of  the  strikingly 
eff^ective  floats  of  the  day.  The  fifth  division  presented  a  beautiful 
display  of  decorated  carriages,  and  the  sixth  and  last  division  com- 
prised effectively  decorated  automobiles.  A  pleasing  incident  of  the 
parade  occurred  just  before  the  line  reached  the  reviewing  stand  at 
the  tent  on  West  Street,  when  W.  L.  Baker  Grand  Army  post,  70 
strong,  commanded  by  J.  P.  Thompson,  swung  into  line  and  marched 
a  short  distance. 

The  parade  was  followed  at  noon  by  the  impressive  program 
of  music,  poetry  and  speaking  which  had  been  arranged  for  the  prin- 


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cipal  anniversary  meeting.  After  dinner  the  people  reassembled 
in  the  celebration  tent,  where  an  informal  program  of  congratulatory 
speeches  from  representatives  of  mother,  sister  and  daughter  towns, 
and  other  distinguished  guests,  happily  concluded  the  events  of 
Hadlev's  remarkably  successful  250th  anniversary  celebration. 

The  order  of  procession  was  as  follows: — Marshal,  Leslie  R. 
Smith.  Deputy  marshals,  Chester  Smith,  William  Sanders,  W.  H. 
Parker,  William  McGrath,  E.  F.  Ryan,  Charles  Byron,  Emerson 
Searle,  Charles  Pelissier,  Walter  Kellogg,  E.  S.  Marsh,  Charles 
Thayer. 

Carriage  with  Lieut.-Gov.  Frothingham,  Judge  Henry  Stock- 
bridge,  president  of  the  day;  John  Gough  Sutton,  direct  descendant 
of  GofFe,  the  regicide;  Dr.  F.  H.  Smith,  chairman  of  the  general 
committee. 

Carriage  with  Capt.  John  Nicholson  and  Capt.  W.  C.  Pond  of 
the  governor's  staff,  Cornelius  Callahan  and  J.  S.  Barstow,  selectmen. 

Carriage  with  Capt.  E.  L.  Logan  and  Lieut.  Freeman  Hinckley 
of  the  governor's  staff,  Rev.  T.  A.  Emerson,  pastor  of  the  Hadley 
First  Church;  Clarence  Hawkes. 

Carriage  with  Selectmen  John  C.  Ryan,  Thomas  J.  Ryan  and 
C.  Edward  Warner,  and  Town  Clerk  L.  H.  Kingsley  of  Hatfield. 

Carriage  with  C.  K.  Morton,  J.  E.  Porter,  M.  J.  Ryan  and  L.  L. 
Pease  of  Hatfield. 

Carriage  with  the  Wethersfield  delegation,  comprising  Rev. 
George  L.  Clark,  Selectman  A.  W,  Hamner,  ex-Selectman  J.  G. 
Adams  and  Treasurer  J.  F.  Wells.  This  delegation  carried  a  banner 
with  blue  field,  on  which  was  inscribed  in  yellow  letters,  "Greetings 
of  Wethersfield  to  her  daughter." 

Division  I.  Marshal,  R.  J.  McQueston.  The  Hadley  float 
section.  It  was  led  by  the  Stevens  band  of  Chicopee  Falls  and  the 
floats  were  as  follows : — 

Hockanum  float,  "Indians  deed  the  land,  1659"  (Mrs.  Elliott 
Johnson,  chairman) — Woodland  scene  with  cedar  trees,  logs  and 
stumps,  trimmings  of  white  and  light  green  and  boxwood  flowers. 
Three  Puritans,  one  of  them  writing  the  deed  and  the  others  handing 
to  the  Indians  the  articles  of  payment.  The  Puritans  were  repre- 
sented by  Luther  Barstow,  Richard  Thayer  and  Ernest  Russell, 
and  the  Indians  by  Oscar  Johnson,  Harold  Barstow  and  Raymond 
Shipman.  The  float  was  drawn  by  four  horses,  covered  with  blankets 
of  white  bordered  with  green. 

Russellville  float,  "Red  man  or  white"  (William  P.  Ryan, 
chairman)— A  genuine  log  cabin  with  the  bark  still  on  the  logs  in 
the  foreground;    in  the  rear  a  wigwam  of  the  savages.    The  floor  of 


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the  float  was  covered  with  evergreens,  the  wheels  were  hidden  by 
decorations  of  red  and  white  bunting  and  along  the  sides  were  minia- 
ture hedges  of  evergreen.  Hemlock  trees  in  each  corner.  Two  of 
the  settlers  were  represented  by  Miss  Nellie  M.  Hickey,  who  sat  in 
front  of  the  cabin  knitting,  and  Henry  E.  Ryan,  who  was  engaged  in 
whittling  an  ax  helve;  a  flintlock  gun  close  at  hand.  Facing  them, 
in  front  of  the  wigwam,  sat  two  Indians,  represented  by  Miss  Florence 
W.  Adams  and  Fred  M.  Day.  This  float  was  drawn  by  four  horses 
decorated  in  red  and  white. 

West  Street  float,  "Angel  of  Hadley"  (Clarence  Hawkes,  chair- 
man)— Model  of  the  church,  with  arms  of  the  worshipers  stacked  on 
either  side  of  the  door  and  sunflowers  growing  near  the  steps;  Indians 
partly  concealed  in  a  thicket,  and  arrows  and  tomahawks  sticking  in 
the  door;  the  regicide,  Goff'e,  known  in  Colonial  history  as  the  angel 
of  Hadley,  pushing  open  the  door  and  pointing  toward  the  Indians 
with  his  sword.  This  float  was  followed  by  mounted  Indians  of 
King  Philip.    The  part  of  Goff'e  was  taken  by  B.  W.  Coggswell. 

Hopkins  Academy  float,  "Burning  of  grist-mill  at  North 
Hadley"  (F.  H.  Smith,  chairman) — Mill  of  weathered  boards,  bags 
of  grain  and  disused  millstone  near  the  door,  smoke  issuing  from 
doors  and  windows,  dead  white  man  lying  in  doorway,  scalped  and 
pierced  by  arrow;  back  of  mill,  savages  yelling  and  brandishing 
tomahawks.  This  float  was  drawn  by  four  black  horses,  caparisoned 
in  yellow  and  white,  the  colors  of  Hopkins  Academy,  and  having 
upon  the  housing  of  each  horse,  the  coat  of  arms  of  Governor  Hopkins. 

East  Hadley  float,  "The  Hadley  witch"  (R.  M.  Smith,  chair- 
man)— Out-of-doors  scene,  with  bushes,  a  small  tree  and  rough 
board  fence;  leaning  against  the  tree  the  Hadley  witch,  having  a 
black  cat  in  her  arms,  a  yellow  bird  on  her  shoulder  and  a  broom  at 
her  side;  at  the  turnstile  in  the  fence  the  bailiff^  leaned  on  his  staff^, 
and  three  women  behind  the  fence  reviled  the  witch,  while  a  fright- 
ened child  crouched  under  a  bush.  The  float  was  draped  in  black, 
relieved  by  a  few  red  poppies,  and  was  drawn  by  four  white  horses. 
The  witch  was  Miss  Lucia  Eddy,  the  bailiff^  Frank  Greene,  the  child 
Sybil  Frink,  and  the  enraged  women  Miss  Edith  Frink,  Mrs.  Chester 
Smith  and  Miss  Phoebe  Demers. 

North  Hadley  float,  "Ye  old-time  kitchen"  (Arthur  Howe, 
chairman) — Old-fashioned  kitchen,  with  fireplace  in  which  logs  are 
burning,  large  beam  in  the  ceiling,  strung  with  dried  apples,  squash 
and  herbs,  ancient  kitchen  furniture,  crane  on  which  pot  is  hung 
over  the  fire,  outfit  of  iron  kettles  and  other  kitchen  utensils  actually 
in  use  a  century  ago;  above  the  mantel  a  deer's  head  with  flintlock 
musket  resting  on  the  antlers;  decorations,  a  white  canopy  and  red 
trimmings;    four  women  engaged  in  paring  apples,  churning  with 


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old-time  up-and-down  churn,  and  performing  other  kitchen  work. 
The  women  were  Mrs.  Richard  Hibbard,  Mrs.  Charles  Shaw,  Mrs. 
William  Comins  and  Mrs.  Wesley  Stockwell,  The  float  was  drawn 
by  four  gray  horses  with  red  plumes. 

Hartsbrook  float,  "Ye  log  school-house"  (Fred  Pelissier,  chair- 
man)— A  school-house  built  of  logs,  with  thatched  roof,  teacher 
seated  near  the  door  outside  the  building,  pupils  studying,  working 
samplers  and  playing,  friendly  Indians  visible  in  the  bushes  near  by; 
decorations  of  orange  and  blue  bunting,  red  poppies  and  sunflowers. 
The  teacher  was  Miss  Julia  Sartwell,  the  pupils  Stanley  West, 
Joseph  Barber,  Delphina  Barlow  and  Ruth  Sabin,  and  the  Indians, 
Joseph  Benben,  Arthur  Smith  and  Clifton  Morton. 

New  Boston  float,  "  French  and  Indian  War"  (Mrs.  H.  E.  Smith, 
chairman) — Float  and  canopy  decorated  in  purple  and  orange  bunt- 
ing, with  display  of  English  roses  in  cornucopias  at  the  front  corners 
and  purple  fleur-de-lis  in  cornucopias  at  the  back  corners;  British 
soldiers  in  full  uniform  at  the  front,  headed  by  General  Wolfe,  and 
French  soldiers  at  the  back,  headed  by  General  Montcalm,  flags 
of  both  nations  displayed.  The  English  group  comprised  D.  Homer 
Keedy  as  General  Wolfe,  Harold  Sollows  as  scout,  Martin  Pierce 
and  Lewis  Gardner,  and  the  French  party,  Edward  Coff^ee  as  Mont- 
calm, Frank  Goodman  as  Indian  chief,  William  Phillips  and  Patrick 
Russell. 

Float,  " Burgoyne  presents  his  sword"  (Elliott  J.  Aldrich,  chair- 
man)— A  room  in  Colonel  Porter's  house,  walled  and  ceiled  in  the 
colonial  colors  of  blue  and  white,  furniture  that  which  was  in  the 
room  when  the  original  scene  was  enacted  and  the  actual  sword  in 
the  hands  of  the  person  representing  General  Burgoyne;  Colonel 
Porter  in  the  act  of  receiving  the  sword,  members  of  General  Bur- 
goyne's  stafi^  standing  near  him,  and  Colonel  Porter's  wife  and  son 
in  the  room.  The  principal  parts  were  taken  as  follows:  General 
Burgoyne,  Fordyce  Reynolds;  Colonel  Porter,  Samuel  Bell;  Mrs. 
Porter,  Mrs.  John  Kratzer;  Colonel  Porter's  son,  Louis  Crosier. 
The  housings  of  the  four  horses  had  a  blue  field,  with  white  border, 
and  the  letters  "  D.  A.  R."  in  yellow,  the  float  having  been  prepared 
by  Old  Hadley  chapter  of  Daughters  of  the  American  Revolution. 
This  float  was  followed  by  Colonial  soldiers  conducting  British  red- 
coats as  prisoners  to  Boston. 

Middle  Street  float,  "Hooker's  farewell  to  his  mother"  (Frank 
Pelissier,  chairman) — Model  of  Hooker  house,  with  porch  and  section 
of  the  lawn,  Mrs.  Hooker  on  the  porch,  Cadet  Hooker  about  to  take 
his  departure,  while  a  cadet  waits  on  the  lawn  to  accompany  him; 
house  decorated  in  the  national  colors,  and  the  four  horses  carried 
red,  white  and  blue  plumes  and  small   flags.     The   part  of  Cadet 


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Hooker  was  taken  by  Thomas  Cahill  and  the  part  of  Mrs.  Hooker 
by  Mrs.  Nicholas  Powers. 

Float,  "Spirit  of '61"  (H.  C.  Russell,  chairman) — A  tent  about 
which  were  soldiers  of  Co.  F  of  the  37th  Massachusetts  volunteers; 
on  the  ridgepole  company  and  regimental  designation,  and  con- 
spicuously displayed  a  card  bearing  titles  of  the  20  battles  in  which 
the  company  was  engaged;  Uncle  Sam,  seated  beside  the  driver, 
carried  a  banner,  inscribed  on  one  side,  "Boys  of  '61,"  and  on  the 
other,  "Hadley  sent  212  boys  to  the  war;"  bugler  sounded  the  army 
calls.  The  soldiers  on  this  float  were  these  members  of  Co.  F: 
H.  C.  Russell,  F.  P.  Wheeler  and  Joseph  F.  Smith  of  Hadley,  F.  J. 
Stockbridge  of  Northfield,  George  L.  Cooley  of  Sunderland,  H.  W. 
Field  of  Leverett  and  B.  R.  Franklin  of  Springfield.  This  float  was 
drawn  by  four  gray  horses,  decorated  with  red,  white  and  blue  plumes. 
Four  Sons  of  Veterans  rode  at  the  heads  of  the  horses,  and  four  rode 
at  the  corners  of  the  float. 

General  Hooker  and  the  Hooker  brigade — Co.  I  of  Northamp- 
ton, armed  and  equipped  in  every  detail  as  soldiers  of  the  Civil  War. 
This  was  the  contribution  of  the  Hooker  Association  of  Massachu- 
setts to  the  day's  program,  and  the  association  went  to  considerable 
expense  to  reproduce  the  old  Civil  War  equipments  and  uniforms. 
Richard  H.  Hibbard  of  North  Hadley  impersonated  General  Hooker, 
and  was  mounted  on  a  white  horse  and  wore  the  "dicky"  charac- 
teristic of  the  general.  The  greater  part  of  his  uniform  was  that 
actually  worn  by  Hooker,  the  spurs  being  worn  at  Antietam,  where 
a  rebel  bullet  knocked  out  one  of  the  rowels,  which  was  afterward 
replaced  by  the  headquarters  blacksmith.  The  sword  carried  was 
Hooker's  staffs  sword,  worn  by  him  during  the  Mexican  War.  Four 
mounted  cavalry  sergeants  followed  "Gen.  Hooker,"  one  carrying 
the  headquarters  standard  of  the  commander  of  the  army  of  the 
Potomac.  The  others  carried  the  battle  flags  of  the  ist  army  corps, 
the  20th  army  corps,  and  the  2d  division  of  the  3d  corps.  The 
latter  division  was  the  one  commanded  by  General  Hooker  in  the 
Peninsular  campaign.  Co.  I  of  Northampton,  impersonating 
"Hooker's  men,"  was  organized  as  a  battalion  of  Hooker's  old 
brigade,  Capt.  Charles  S.  Riley  acting  as  colonel  in  command. 
The  men  wore  the  old  McClellan  caps,  with  the  corps  badges  which 
Hooker  first  introduced,  the  old-style  uniforms,  blanket  rolls,  tin 
dippers,  and  heavy  infantry  equipments,  the  gray  canteens  and 
glazed  haversacks,  and  carried  the  old  muzzle-loading  Springfield 
rifles  of  Civil  War  days.  The  appearance  of  "Hooker's  men" 
brought  back  to  many  Grand  Army  men  present  vivid  recollec- 
tions of  their  army  days,  and  the  whole  was  a  feature  of  excep- 
tional interest. 


6o  Old  Hadley 

Division  2.  Marshal,  E.  P.  West.  The  daughter  and  grand- 
daughter and  sister  towns  sent  floats  to  make  up  the  second  divi- 
sion, which  was  led  by  the  Northampton  band.  Immediately  follow- 
ing was  a  wagon  containing  five  girls  with  banners  representing 
Hadley,  Hatfield,  Amherst,  South  Hadley  and  Granby.  The  town 
floats  were  as  fallows : — 

The  Hatfield  float  represented  Industry  and  Prosperity.  It 
carried  the  town  seal  on  each  side.  The  float  was  drawn  by  four 
white  horses.  The  trimmings  of  the  body  of  the  float  and  the  canopy 
were  yellow  and  white,  and  goldenrod.  Five  young  women  repre- 
sented Industry,  working  at  spinning  wheels,  flax  wheels  and  sam- 
plers. Miss  Anna  Day  represented  Prosperity  and  was  surrounded 
by  several  attendants.  The  float  was  accompanied  by  a  guard  on 
foot  dressed  in  continental  military  uniforms. 

The  Amherst  float  represented  the  college  and  Noah  Webster. 
It  was  trimmed  in  the  college  colors,  purple  and  white,  with  the  col- 
lege seal  on  each  side,  was  drawn  by  four  gray  horses  with  the  driver 
dressed  as  a  colonial  soldier.  Sedately  seated  in  the  center  was  a 
well-known  Amherst  woman,  to  represent  Minerva,  the  goddess  of 
wisdom.  She  was  clad  in  the  customary  long  robe,  bearing  the  egis 
on  her  breast  and  armed  with  the  golden  helmet  and  spear,  and 
perched  aloft  was  a  wondrously  big  white  owl.  In  the  rear  there 
was  a  mammoth  representation  of  the  latest  edition  of  Webster's 
Dictionary  that  stood  eight  feet  high,  six  wide  and  four  thick,  the 
first  edition  of  which  was  compiled  for  the  most  part  in  Amherst. 

The  South  Hadley  float  was  drawn  by  three  fine  bay  horses 
abreast.  The  float,  entirely  of  white  and  gold,  bore  10  young 
women  who  carried  out  the  symbolism  of  the  town  seal.  They 
represented  "manufactures,  agriculture  and  education."  Three 
platforms,  each  smaller  and  higher  than  the  one  below  it,  formed 
the  basis  of  the  float.  There  was  one  young  woman  on  each  corner 
of  the  first  and  second  platforms  and  two  on  the  top  platform,  all 
in  graceful  Greek  costumes  of  white  and  gold.  Each  young  woman, 
seated,  held  something  to  carry  out  the  symbolism.  The  float  was 
designed  by  the  committee  of  which  Dr.  D.  E.  Harriman  was 
chairman.  Associated  with  him  were  Fred  M.  Smith  and  M.  J. 
Moriarty. 

The  Granby  float  represented  three  generations:  Hadley,  the 
grandmother  was  represented  by  an  old  woman  robed  in  the  style  of 
200  years  ago.  She  was  seated  on  a  pedestal,  while  just  below  on 
either  side  were  two  women  to  represent  the  daughter  town  of  South 
Hadley.  They  were  garbed  in  the  style  of  100  years  ago.  A  half- 
dozen  young  girls  dressed  in  white  occupied  the  space  below,  or  the 
body  of  the  float.     These  represented  the  granddaughter  town  of 


'//;//    /uiiilry   jii<ai 


Amherst  float 


Deer  field  float 


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Granby.  The  decorations  were  purple,  gold  and  white,  with  four 
large  palms,  one  on  each  corner. 

The  Northampton  float  represented  the  "  Perils  of  our  ances- 
tors," and  was  an  out-of-door  scene,  with  Puritan  men,  women 
and  children  in  a  clearing  and  armed  Indians  skulking  behind  rocks 
and  bushes  at  the  edge  of  the  woods.  The  effect  of  this  scene 
was  extended  by  paintings  of  rocks,  trees  and  water,  which  con- 
cealed the  wheels  of  the  float  at  the  sides  and  back  and  were 
matched  in  with  the  natural  objects  on  the  platform.  Alderman 
Perry  O.  Brown  was  the  chairman  of  the  committee  that  prepared 
the  float. 

The  Deerfield  float  was  i6  feet  long  by  eight  wide  and  was 
divided  into  two  sections,  one  representing  the  living-room  in  the 
house  of  Rev.  John  Williams  on  the  evening  before  the  attack  on 
Deerfield,  February  28,  1704,  and  the  other,  Indians  in  ambush 
ready  to  make  the  attack  on  the  peaceful  group  gathered  in  the 
minister's  home.  Around  the  outside  of  the  float  were  palisades 
representing  the  stockade  of  that  time.  The  living-room  had  its 
appropriate  furnishings  of  the  period.  The  ancient  color  of  the 
ceiling  and  walls,  the  brick  fireplace,  with  its  goose-necked  andirons, 
and  burning  logs  were  prominent  features.  The  "  Betty  lamp  "  hung 
on  the  wooden  crane  hinged  to  the  mantle-tree,  and  furnished  the 
only  movable  light  for  the  family.  Other  heirlooms  included 
a  child's  quaint  high  chair  belonging  to  the  early  part  of  1700. 
Powder  horns  and  an  ancient  pistol  fashioned  after  the  one  used 
by  Rev,  John  Williams  when  the  attack  was  made  by  the  Indians, 
hung  on  the  chimney-breast.  Old  silhouettes,  crooked-neck  squashes, 
dried  apples,  etc.,  were  suspended  from  the  ceiling  and  wall.  The 
family  Bible  lay  on  the  table,  with  ink-stand,  quill  pens,  sand-box, 
wafers  and  writing  paper  187  years  old.  A  small  brass-nailed  trunk 
containing  the  papers  of  the  minister,  a  spinning  wheel,  a  cradle  in 
which  was  the  six-weeks-old  baby,  an  old  churn,  quaint  chairs  and 
stools  made  up  the  furnishings  of  the  room.  The  float  was  designed 
by  George  Sheldon,  the  venerable  historian.  The  painting  and 
lettering  was  the  work  of  Rev.  R.  E.  Birks. 

The  float  which  Sunderland  sent  represented  the  giving  of  the 
deed  of  Swampfield,  now  Sunderland,  by  two  Indian  men  and  an 
Indian  woman,  to  the  proprietors,  who  were  four  Hadley  men, 
Robert  Boltwood,  John  Hubbard,  Joseph  Kellogg  and  Thomas 
Dickinson.  Those  four  men  were  represented  on  the  float  by 
descendants  who  now  live  in  Sunderland.  The  base  of  the  float  was 
covered  with  hemlock  boughs,  and  the  surface  represented  a  forest 
with  evergreen  trees.  Close  by  was  a  wigwam.  The  deed  was  signed 
on  a  stump.     Those  representing  both  the  pioneers  and  the  Indians 


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were  dressed  in  appropriate  costumes,  and  the  four  horses  were  led 
by  boys  dressed  as  young  Puritans. 

Whately  is  a  granddaughter  of  Hadley,  so  it  seemed  fitting  that 
the  Whately  float  should  present  the  subject  of  a  colonial  grand- 
daughter. This  was  done  by  a  log  cabin  suggesting  the  early  settler's 
home.  A  veranda  projected  from  one  end  of  the  cabin,  and  on  the 
veranda  sat  an  elderly  woman  in  colonial  costume  at  her  little  flax 
spinning  wheel.  Across  her  cap  was  the  word  Hadley,  for  she  is  the 
grandmother.  On  the  other  side  of  the  veranda  a  younger  woman 
was  embroidering  a  large  scarf,  on  which  was  seen  the  word  Hatfield, 
for  she  is  the  mother.  Between  the  two  colonial  dames  a  little  girl 
played  with  blocks,  each  of  which  bore  a  letter  large  enough  to  be 
seen  at  a  distance,  and  in  her  play  she  arranged  the  blocks  in  such  a 
way  as  to  spell  Whately.  In  the  cabin  were  ancient  furnishings, 
gun  and  powder  horn,  etc.  The  float  was  drawn  by  four  caparisoned 
horses,  and  on  the  covering  of  the  lead  horses,  was  the  name  Whately, 
while  "Whately,  the  granddaughter,"  was  on  the  covering  of  the 
wheel  horses.  Four  postilions  in  Colonial  uniform  walked  by  the 
horses  and  a  guard  of  six  Colonial  troopers  accompanied  the  float, 
while  two  mounted  Indians  brought  up  the  rear. 

The  Massachusetts  Agricultural  College  was  represented  by  a 
float,  composed  of  three  arches  with  a  deck,  drawn  by  four  heavy 
black  horses,  all  trimmed  with  the  college  colors,  maroon  and  white, 
and  followed  by  two  mounted  cavalrymen.  There  were  illustrated  in 
the  front  arch  a  variety  of  dairy  appliances.  In  the  rear  arch  were 
displayed  many  kinds  of  modern  farm  machinery.  The  military 
department  of  the  college  was  well  illustrated  with  guns,  men  and 
other  equipment  in  the  center  arch.  By  far  the  most  striking  features, 
however,  were  shown  on  the  deck,  where  the  past,  present  and  future 
of  agriculture  were  vividly  portrayed.  In  the  rear  was  a  typical  old 
farmer  of  a  century  ago,  clad  in  homespun,  smoking  his  pipe  and 
reading  a  farmer's  almanac  by  the  light  of  a  tallow  dip.  In  the  front 
was  a  modern  agriculturist,  seated  at  his  desk,  dressed  in  a  smart 
business  suit,  with  a  telephone  and  a  stack  of  reference  books  and 
magazines  close  by,  reading  a  scientific  agricultural  journal.  On 
the  top  was  an  aeroplane  hitched  to  a  plow,  showing  the  possibilities 
of  the  farmer  in  the  future. 

Division  3.  Marshal,  Thomas  H.  Hickey.  Brightside  drum 
corps,  23  boys.  Puritan  man  and  woman  on  horseback,  Fred  and 
Sadie  Pelissier.  Leather  Stocking  scout  and  Miles  Standish,  Robert 
Adair  and  George  Heiden.  Indian  in  canoe,  Henry  Burt.  Gig 
from  Montague,  R.  R.  Lyman.  Chaise  from  Northampton,  Mr. 
and  Mrs.  V.  E.  Cleveland.    Flat  boat  loaded  with  rum  and  molasses, 


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John  Field.  Old-fashioned  vehicle  from  North  Hadley,  Arthur 
Conant  and  Miss  Sybil  Conant.  Old  stage  coach,  representation  of 
bridal  couple,  T.  J.  S.  Parsons  and  Mrs.  Mary  E.  Gibbon;  little 
girl  riding  on  the  roof,  Anna  Modjeska;  driver.  Dexter  Hunter; 
coach  furnished  by  Rufus  Smith.  Decorated  'bus  containing  Plain- 
ville  people.  Modern  four-in-hand  from  Holyoke,  containing  Hadley 
people  now  living  in  Holyoke,  assembled  by  Mrs.  W.  G.  Dwight. 

Division  4.  Marshal,  A.  B.  Kentfield.  Holyoke  drum  corps, 
20  men. 

Float  representing  Hope  grange  of  Hadley  (John  W.  Marsh, 
chairman) — Artistic  display  of  flowers,  fruits,  vegetables  and  grains, 
trimmings  of  yellow  and  green,  and  effective  arrangement  of  hundreds 
of  yellow  chrysanthemums  and  poppies;  Flora,  Pomona  and  Ceres 
were  represented  on  the  float  by  Mrs.  Charles  Green,  Mrs.  L.  A. 
Gardner  and  Miss  Marion  Wood. 

Float,  "Queen  of  the  fairies,"  arranged  by  the  girls  of  West 
Street  (Miss  Emily  Aldrich,  chairman) — The  queen  (Miss  Alice 
Horton)  in  a  large  white  lily,  wearing  a  crown  and  carrying  a  scepter, 
13  little  girls  surrounding  the  lily,  wearing  white  dresses,  spangled 
with  stars,  with  wings  on  their  shoulders  and  wands  in  their  hands; 
trimmings  of  yellow  and  white  bunting  and  yellow  chrysanthe- 
mums. Float  drawn  by  four  white  horses,  caparisoned  in  yellow 
and  white. 

Broomcorn  float,  contributed  by  Charles  Cook  &  Son — Ex- 
hibiting the  process  of  broommaking  in  earlier  days  by  means  of 
foot-power  winder,  hand  press  and  hand  seeder.  Float  decorated 
with  broomcorn  and  five  men  at  work. 

Float  of  tobacco  industry,  contributed  by  Thomas  E.  Burke — 
Various  processes  shown,  including  curing,  taking  down,  sorting, 
sizing,  tying,  packing  and  rolling  into  cigars.  Float  decorated  in 
white  and  green  and  drawn  by  four  horses  decorated  with  flags. 

Hose  wagons  Nos.  i,  2,  3  and  4. 

Division  5.  Marshal,  Warner  H.  Nash.  Decorated  Carriages. 
Miss  Emily  Aldrich  of  Hadley  and  Mrs.  Miller  of  Springfield,  yellow 
and  white  chrysanthemums. 

Miss  Byron  and  Miss  O'Donnell,  pink  and  white  chrysanthe- 
mums and  pink  roses. 

Miss  Hannah  Sessions  and  Miss  Catherine  Huntington,  grand- 
daughters of  Bishop  F.  D.  Huntington,  in  Mrs.  A.  L.  Sessions' 
runabout,  decorated  with  hollyhocks,  the  favorite  flower  of  Bishop 
Huntington,  for  which  the  Huntington  farm  is  famous. 

Mrs.  A.  M.  A.  Laporte  of  Northampton  and  Miss  Leyman  of 
New  York,  hansom  cab  decorated  with  poinsetta. 


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Miss  Mimitz  and  Miss  Margaret  Purcell,  pink  and  white 
chrysanthemums. 

Misses  Ethel  and  Rena  Dickinson  of  Northampton,  yellow  and 
white  chrysanthemums. 

Harry  Gaylord  and  Miss  Bessie  Duffey  of  Northampton,  pink 
and  yellow  chrysanthemums. 

John  White  and  family,  pink  poppies  and  white  chrysanthe- 
mums. 

Mrs.  John  Field  and  Miss  May  Cowles,  purple  and  white 
chrysanthemums. 

Robert  McConnell,  yellow  chrysanthemums. 

William  Wilson  and  Miss  Greeley,  pink  chrysanthemums. 

C.  N.  Fitts  and  family  of  Northampton,  yellow  and  blue  trim- 
ming. 

John  Dwyer  and  children,  purple  wistaria. 

D.  D.  O'Donnell  and  family,  Mary  Williams  and  Jennie  Carter, 
green  and  pink. 

Division  6.    Marshal,  W.  H.  Comins.    Decorated  automobiles. 

Hugh  McLeod  of  Hatfield,  elaborate  trimmings  in  purple  and 
white  and  red  poppies,  1 1  people. 

Thomas  F.  McGrath  and  family,  blue  and  white. 

Fred  Bement  of  Northampton,  flags. 

James  H.  Laselle,  lavender  and  white,  wistaria  and  blossoms. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  Arthur  L.  Prince  of  North  Hadley,  yellow  and 
white. 

Mr.  and  Mrs.  George  H.  Nash,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Henry  B.  Kellogg 
and  guests,  in  automobile  elaborately  trimmed  in  blue  and  white. 

Edward  Huntington  Fallows  of  New  York,  red,  white  and  green 
trimmings,  machine  carrying  children  of  the  Day,  Stevenson  and 
Huntington  families. 

The  anniversary  exercises  drew  about  2,000  to  the  big  tent  after 
the  parade.  Lieut. -Gov.  Louis  A.  Frothingham  brought  the  state's 
greeting  to  Hadley  and  President  W\  E.  Huntington  of  Boston 
University  made  a  fine  historical  address.  Judge  Henry  Stockbridge 
of  Baltimore,  Md.,was  chairman  of  the  meeting.  The  Stevens  Band 
played  before  and  during  the  exercises. 

The  afternoon  meeting  was  one  of  the  most  enjoyable  of  the 
celebration.  It  was  sort  of  a  birthday  party  of  towns.  All  the  rela- 
tives were  there,  and  fine  indeed  were  the  things  they  said  about  their 
relative,  Hadley — and,  incidentally,  most  of  them  found  in  Hadley 's 
excellence  and  their  relation  to  her,  ample  excuse  to  say  some  fine 
things  about  themselves,  for  loyalty  to  native  and  home  towns  is 
instilled  in  her  sons  in  a  most  marked  degree  by  Massachusetts — 


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and  perhaps  one  may  say  in  a  still  more  marked  degree  by  Western 
Massachusetts. 

Judge  Henry  Stockbridge  of  Baltimore,  the  presiding  officer, 
deserves  much  credit  for  the  enjoyment  of  the  meeting,  for  not  only 
did  he  forestall  a  too-generous  contribution  by  any  one  speaker, 
but  he  himself  contributed  much  to  the  brightness  by  pleasant 
humor  and  good  nature.  He  brought  the  meeting  to  a  close  with 
the  wish  that  all  would  be  present  at  the  500th  anniversary  celebration. 

ADDRESS  OF   fVELCOME 

By  0.   fV.  Prouty  of  the  Board  of  Selectmen 

Ladies  and  gentlemen,  Hadley  bids  me  give  you  a  most  cordial 
and  hearty  welcome.  She  is  indeed  proud  to  entertain  you.  When 
she  invited  you  to  come  here  she  invited  you  because  she  wanted 
you  here.  Hadley  is  honored  by  the  presence  today  of  the  Lieutenant- 
Governor  of  our  grand  old  Commonwealth  of  Massachusetts,  and 
to  him  she  extends  her  greeting  and  welcome.  Hadley,  the  mother 
town,  holds  out  welcoming  hands  to  her  sons  and  daughters,  their 
children  and  children's  children,  neighbors  and  friends  residing  in 
the  daughter  and  sister  towns,  and  to  those  who  have  come  from 
distant  places. 

The  memories  of  the  past,  the  activities  of  the  present,  the  hopes 
for  the  future,  what  was  and  is  and  shall  be,  welcome  you.  The 
"great  river,"  the  wide  meadows,  the  fertile  fields,  the  "broad 
street,"  the  beautiful  elms,  all  unite  to  welcome  you.  And  Hadley 
hopes  the  recollections  of  your  visit  will  be  so  pleasant  that  you  will 
want  to  come  again. 

GREETINGS   OF  THE   COMMONWEALTH 

By  Lteut.-Gov.  Louis  A.  Frothingham 

It  has  been  a  great  pleasure  to  come  here  and  see  your  beautiful 
town,  and  it  is  exceedingly  kind  of  you  to  entertain  so  hospitably. 
The  members  of  the  staff"  and  I  greatly  appreciated  the  opportunity 
it  gave  us  to  view  from  the  top  of  Mount  Holyoke  the  surrounding 
country  and  feast  our  eyes  on  the  beautiful  panorama  with  its  wind- 
ing river  and  lovely  country  beyond. 

There  have  been  numerous  celebrations  recently  of  historic 
events.  The  ter-centenary  of  the  discovery  of  Lake  Champlain  and 
the  historic  pageants  in  that  marvelous  and  beautiful  region,  brought 
to  our  minds  the  long  train  of  events  of  great  importance  to  this 
country  inaugurated  on  that  July  day  when  the  Frenchman  and  his 
little  party  sailed  into  those  waters.     There  has  also  been  a  celebra- 


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tion  in  Norwich,  and  the  other  day  I  attended  an  anniversary  in 
honor  of  Miles  Standish  at  Duxbury,  celebrated  by  the  presence  of 
torpedo  boats  from  the  United  States  Navy,  by  speeches  and  a  pa- 
geant representing  various  phases  in  the  history  of  the  Pilgrim 
Colony  and  Colonial  days.  It  was  a  great  treat  to  view  another 
pageant,  a  very  magnificent  one,  this  morning.  The  representations 
on  the  floats  as  the  parade  passed  us  were  intensely  interesting. 
The  completeness  of  all  details  in  each  float  made  it  so  realistic  that 
one  could  easily  imagine  he  was  living  hundreds  of  years  ago. 

This  celebration  differs  from  any  of  the  others,  except  that  held 
at  Ticonderoga,  in  the  fact  that  your  history  is  marked,  not  merely 
by  one  important  event  in  a  single  epoch,  but  is  impressed  on  the 
memory  of  mankind  by  distinct  historic  episodes  in  the  great  struggles 
of  our  history.  The  days  when  the  settlers  were  battling  with  the 
forests,  enduring  the  hardships  of  planting  a  colony  in  the  wilderness 
and  among  the  savages,  is  marked  by  the  secret  residence  here  of  two 
regicides,  Golfe  and  Whalley,  at  one  time  generals  in  the  army  of 
Oliver  Cromwell.  The  story  of  the  Angel  of  Hadley  is  one  of  the 
most  picturesque  episodes  in  our  history.  The  encampment  here  of 
the  army  of  Burgoyne  on  its  way  to  Boston  after  its  surrender  at 
Saratoga  is  another  distinctive  incident  in  the  important  period  of 
the  history  of  Massachusetts  and  the  United  States  when  we  were 
shaking  off^the  British  yoke  and  paving  our  way  toward  an  independ- 
ent nation.  The  third  great  struggle  in  the  history  of  this  country, 
the  most  altruistic  war  that  was  ever  waged  because  it  was  fought, 
not  for  conquest,  nor  for  aggrandizement,  but  for  another  race,  is 
marked  by  the  birth  here  of  a  man  that  not  only  Massachusetts  but 
the  whole  country  delights  to  honor — "  Fighting  Joe  Hooker." 

Yours  is  a  grand  and  memorable  history,  great  because  of  the 
feats  that  have  taken  place  here  and  the  manner  in  which  they  have 
been  performed.  Cherish  them  tenderly;  they  belong  not  to  you 
alone,  but  to  all  of  us.  Without  such  stirring  traditions  as  a  back- 
ground to  our  history,  patriotism  would  cease  to  exist,  and  without 
patriotism  no  country  can  live. 

GREETING  FROM  HADLEIGH,    ENGLAND 

We,  the  members  and  officers  of  the  Local  Authority,  and  on 
behalf  of  the  town  of  Hadleigh,  in  the  county  of  Sufl^olk,  England, 
send  hearty  congratulations  to  you,  the  authorities  and  inhabitants 
of  Hadley,  in  Massachusetts,  on  the  occasion  of  the  250th  anniversary 
of  the  settlement  of  your  town.  We  are  proud  to  hear  that  the  name 
is  supposed  to  have  been  adopted  from  that  of  our  home,  especially 
as  in  our  immediate  neighbourhood  there  is  the  village  of  Groton, 


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where  was  born  John  Winthrop,  who  had  so  much  to  do  with  the 
early  history  of  your  state.  Our  own  history  goes  back  more  than 
one  thousand  years.  When  your  town  was  founded  in  1659,  ours  was 
governed  by  a  Mayor  and  Corporation.  In  the  chances  of  history 
we  have  lost  that  distinction.  V»  e  are  glad  to  see  that,  like  us,  you 
have  produced  many  eminent  men,  and  especially,  as  is  shown  by 
your  present  celebration,  that  you  have  so  strong  a  sense  of  the  con- 
tinuity of  history.  It  is  not  a  little  noticeable  that  some  of  the  names 
on  your  list  of  chairmen  are  still  well  known  here. 

We  congratulate  you  on  what,  in  a  new  country,  is  a  very  great 
antiquity,  and  are  proud  of  the  fact  that,  even  were  it  only  in  the 
similarity  of  the  name,  we  are  connected  with  you.  We  beg  your 
acceptance  of  a  short  history  of  our  town,  and  of  an  album  contain- 
ing photographs  of  some  of  the  ancient  and  principal  buildings, 
which,  we  trust,  may  be  interesting  to  you.  We  hope  that  your 
quarter  millennial  celebration  will  be  a  very  successful  one,  and  we 
heartily  wish  you  happiness  in  the  present  and  every  success  in  the 
future. 

HISTORICAL  ADDRESS 

By    William  Edwards  Huntington,  President  of  Boston   University 

Old  Hadley  is  a  good  type  of  the  New  England  town.  Lying 
very  near  the  heart  of  the  Commonwealth  of  Massachusetts,  round- 
ing out  its  tvv^o  hundred  and  fifty  years  of  honorable  history,  blessed 
above  most  townships  in  natural  beauty  and  fertile  resources,  this 
noble  town  may  well  celebrate  its  quarter  millennium  with  gratitude 
and  honest  pride. 

The  town  is  the  natural  and  logical  unit  of  the  Republic.  Its 
value,  in  estimating  the  strength  of  our  Federal  government,  is 
fundamental.  In  the  nice  adjustment  of  the  parts  to  the  whole  the 
town  lies  at  the  basis;  and  the  great  structure  of  our  nation  with  all 
its  vast  connected  interests  seems  to  be  securely  rooted  in  the  system 
of  town-units — homogeneous  yet  distinct,  having  a  common  nature, 
and  yet  each  enjoying  political  integrity. 

But  the  great  value  of  the  town  as  established  and  developed 
in  New  England,  on  the  basis  of  the  English  model,  is  that  it  is  a 
convenient  sphere  where  the  first  principles  of  a  civil  order  may  find 
their  proper  function.  The  town  is  better  than  the  old  tribal  or  clan 
form  of  social  organization.  The  tribe  implied  a  band  of  families, 
where  blood  relationship  determined  membership.  The  modern 
town  widens  the  conditions  of  membership  to  all  permanent  residents 
who  share  the  burden  of  taxation.  The  town  is  an  improvement 
upon  the  Greek  ecclesia  and  the  Roman  comitia;    for  Anglo-Saxon 


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experimenting  upon  those  ancient  forms  of  democratic  government, 
before  New  England  was  settled,  had  wrought  out  great  advances  in 
organic  form  which  could  not  belong  to  the  primitive  types  of  local 
government  in  Athens  or  in  Rome. 

All  political  critics  of  the  American  form  of  government  agree 
that  the  town  furnishes  an  admirable  schooling  for  the  people  in 
elementary  civil  order.  Where  do  the  people  learn  the  simple  lesson 
of  political  responsibility  ?  In  the  town  meeting;  where  immediate 
interests  urge  men  to  take  a  share  in  making  and  executing  local  law. 
They  learn  the  value  of  suffrage  from  its  relation  to  their  homes, 
their  neighborhood,  and  the  affairs  that  are  under  their  everyday 
observation.  From  such  local  and  elementary  political  experience 
it  is  natural  and  easy  to  pass  to  the  wider  and  more  weighty  functions 
that  state  and  federal  government  require  of  the  active  citizen. 
The  town,  like  the  individual,  learns  as  time  goes  on,  that  it  is  not  in 
quiet  seclusion  or  isolation  from  large  interests,  that  its  own  life  and 
influence  are  best  served;  but  as  its  citizens  become  the  state's  men 
as  well  as  town's  men;  as  it  sends  men  out  into  the  large  arena  of 
the  nation,  where  they  are  recognized  as  leaders  in  great  causes, 
counsellors  in  federal  interests,  staunch  defenders  of  the  nation's  life 
in  perilous  times — so  does  the  little  town  see  the  fruit  of  its  schooling, 
realize  that  "its  lines  go  out  into  all  the  earth,"  and  lives  not  to  itself 
alone  but  for  the  great  common  good  of  the  nation. 

This  has  been  the  good  fortune  of  the  town  of  Hadley.  Its 
history  is  not  simply  the  story  of  its  ow^n  local  interests;  but,  as  the 
names  of  some  of  its  citizens  have  been  connected  with  the  nation's 
progress  and  with  events  big  with  national  significance,  your  town 
history  is  made  illustrious  and  exemplary. 

Another  special  value  of  town  life  to  be  mentioned  is  the 
the  fact  that  in  the  associations  of  the  town  a  variety  of  interests  are 
brought  into  near  relation  to  each  other.  The  farmer,  the  mechanic, 
the  manufacturer,  the  school-master,  the  clergyman,  the  physician, 
the  lawyer,  and  the  laborer  who  may  be  simply  the  Jack-of-all-trades 
(a  very  useful  member  of  the  community,  if  he  is  fairly  good  at  all), 
these  meet  each  other  frequently,  know  each  other's  business,  and 
genealogies;  mingle  not  only  at  the  town  meeting,  but  on  the  street,  at 
the  post  office,  in  the  village  store,  at  church;  learn  to  respect  each 
other's  rights,  to  honor  the  broad-minded  and  generous  citizens, 
to  discount  and  even  punish  the  refractory  and  vicious — in  short, 
the  town  at  large  is  disciplined  in  the  fine  art  of  democracy — the 
art  of  living  together  as  a  compact  and  vital  commonwealth.  Rival- 
ries there  will  be.  Competition  will  surely  make  itself  felt.  Inequali- 
ties will  appear.  Some  will  rise  in  the  social  scale,  some  will  live  on 
a  dead  level,  some  will  be  depressed  by  their  own  lack  of  spirit  and 


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Graiiby  float 


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energy.  But  the  lessons  of  a  free  and  independent  democracy,  In  a 
limited  arena,  may  all  be  learned  in  this  political  and  social  schooling 
of  the  town  life. 

Hadley  was  bountifully  favored  by  nature  from  the  beginning. 
No  wonder  that  the  Indian  resented  the  invasion  of  white  settlers 
of  this  beautiful  hunting  ground  which  seemed  to  be  his  by  a  primor- 
dial right.  Yet,  we  cannot  yield  that  other  higher  right  of  occupancy 
which  the  colonists  claimed  as  they  came  hither  from  Connecticut, 
bearing  in  their  breasts  the  inextinguishable  and  irresistible  Anglo- 
Saxon  instinct  for  civilization,  liberty,  law,  and  all  that  is  meant  by 
a  civil  order.  Barbarism  makes  no  argument  worth  hearing  when 
civilization  asks  it  to  give  way.  Cruelty  is  wrong.  Injustices  are 
anomalous  when  civilized  men,  so-called,  are  guilty  of  them.  But, 
all  savagery  must  retire,  or  surrender  to  the  conquering  power  of 
enlightenment.  Your  forebears  on  this  soil  had  behind  them,  as 
they  became  the  founders  of  this  community,  a  thousand  years  and 
more  of  English  history.  They  saw  in  these  woods  and  meadows  a 
most  alluring  spot  for  transplanting  the  best  political  life  that  had 
been  evolved  on  British  soil,  by  the  struggles  in  Parliament  and  on 
many  a  battlefield  through  the  troubled  ages  of  England's  progress. 

Many  a  town  in  New  England  is  physically  unattractive,  sterile, 
and  of  slender  resources  of  any  kind.  Not  so  Hadley.  The  very 
name  to  you  who  know  it  well  sounds  rich.  It  ranks  among  the 
words  in  our  mother  tongue  which  are  mellow  and  poetic,  that  kindle 
a  gracious  set  of  feelings  in  the  heart,  and  seem  like  those  pictures 
which  by  coloring,  perspective,  and  subject  never  tire  us  as  we  look 
at  them  over  and  over  again,  but  always  refresh  and  inspire.  Your 
great  river,  the  silver  artery  of  western  New  England,  your  luxuri- 
ant lowlands  and  wooded  highlands,  the  sheltering  hills  on  every 
side,  make  this  a  garden-spot,  which  invites  your  most  faithful 
industry,  and  rewards  you  with  bounteous  fruitage.  I  met  one  of 
your  former  townsmen  on  a  high  place  over  yonder  some  years  ago, 
and  he  waved  his  hand  over  this  landscape,  tears  of  sheer  enjoyment 
filling  his  eyes  and  said,  "It  is  enough  to  break  one's  heart,  this 
beauty  of  sky  and  mountain,  of  field  and  wood  and  river."  Here 
was  a  spirit  that  felt  the  exquisite  joy  there  is  for  any  sensitive  soul 
who  has  eyes  to  see  and  a  heart  to  feel  the  beauty  of  these  common 
things  that  lie  about  us  as  a  perennial  gift  of  Nature. 

Your  own  Clarence  Hawkes,  John  Howard  Jewett,  Julia  Taft 
Bayne,  Elbridge  Kingsley  and  Clifton  Johnson  have  by  pen  or 
brush,  in  song  and  in  colors,  expressed  for  us  the  sentiments  which 
every  true  heart  feels  in  looking  out  upon  this  landscape. 
\t"  No  philosopher  has  yet  been  able  to  estimate  in  any  exact  terms 
the  value  of  fine  scenery  to  the  inhabitants  who  live  in  its  constant 


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presence.  Yet,  it  is  very  clear  that  where  there  is  an  interpreting 
mind  to  describe  and  utter  in  fitting  language  the  elevating  lesson 
that  nature  has  to  teach,  a  profound  and  yet  subtle  influence  is  ex- 
haled from  the  dumb  earth  and  feeds  the  inner  springs  of  life.  Scott 
and  Burns  interpreted  the  beauties  of  Scotland  to  the  people  of  that 
little  country;  and  who  can  tell  how  much  of  the  loyalty,  the  patriot- 
ism, the  high-mindedness  of  that  race,  may  come  from  the  picturesque 
country  that  is  its  home  .?  Wordsworth  and  other  Lake  Poets  of 
England  did  a  like  service  for  the  English  people.  The  Swiss  have 
taken  on  something  of  the  strength  and  greatness  of  their  command- 
ing scenery.  It  was  not  a  mere  accident  that  Italy,  with  such  nat- 
ural beauty  as  it  possesses,  should  be  the  home  of  art;  or  that 
Greece,  more  anciently,  should,  with  its  favored  gifts  of  natural 
loveliness,  be  the  fountain-head  of  so  much  in  poetry  and  art  that 
still  holds  preeminence  in  the  world. 

What  is  known  as  tradition  has  much  to  do  with  the  permanent 
character  of  a  settled  community.  In  these  times  of  shifting  popula- 
tion, when  travel  has  been  made  easy,  and  our  nervous  American 
temper  is  ready  and  even  eager  for  change  of  scene,  where  young 
blood  and  adventurous  courage  are  impatient  of  routine,  the  power 
of  tradition  in  our  communities  is  diminished.  But  we  look  back- 
ward with  a  measure  of  satisfaction  over  two  and  a  half  centuries 
out  of  our  restless,  seething  times,  and  think  of  the  quiet,  steady 
flow  of  the  stream  of  Hadley  life.  That  high  political  principle 
which  was  the  motive  power  in  colonizing  this  valley  was  inwrought 
in  the  fibre  of  the  settlers  and  their  descendants,  so  that  civil  liberty 
was  not  only  expressed  in  town  law  and  local  administration,  but  it  be- 
came the  tradition,  and  ran  in  the  blood  of  the  inhabitants  from  gene- 
ration to  generation.  The  story  of  the  regicide  judges  who  found  a 
safe  hiding-place  in  Hadley  probably  took  on  something  of  the  color- 
ing that  myths  have  usually  acquired  by  age,  and  under  the  cunning 
touch  of  imagination,  those  historic  persons  became  picturesque, 
and  even  a  supernatural  halo  lights  up  the  final  career  of  the  two 
fugitives  as  they  mingled  in  the  heroic  events  of  your  ancestors  in 
the  times  of  peril.  We  need  not  be  too  careful  to  sift  the  evidences, 
and  decide  how  much  is  fancy,  when  we  are  satisfied  that  the  gist  of 
the  story  is  that  resistance  to  tyranny  in  the  old  world  met  the  sym- 
pathy of  staunch  lovers  of  liberty  in  the  new  world.  Hadley  was  on 
the  side  of  Cromwell  and  the  Commonwealth  of  England,  and  against 
the  tyranny  of  Charles  I.  As  we  read  of  the  militant  life  that  New 
England  Colonists  must  necessarily  have  lead  at  times,  to  protect  their 
communities  from  the  incursion  of  savages;  then,  on  the  wider  arena 
of  the  war  for  independence,  how  the  whole  confederation  of  colonies 
was  a  united  camp,  it  is  easy  to  infer  that  the  tradition  of  heroic 


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times  was  vitally  maintained  and  was  never  lost  to  the  memory  of 
your  town.  The  stories  of  Moses  Porter  and  his  contemporaries 
were  not  allowed  to  die  out;  there  was  even  in  this  peaceful  valley 
of  the  Connecticut  enough  slumbering  military  courage  and  martial 
spirit  to  give  Hadley  a  notable  place  among  the  towns  of  Massachu- 
setts, when  the  Civil  War  broke  with  its  crimson  surges  across  the 
history  of  our  beloved  country.  Of  the  one  hundred  and  forty-six 
thousand,  seven  hundred  and  thirty  men  that  went  out  from  this 
Commonwealth  to  help  preserve  the  integrity  of  the  Union,  a  noble 
contingent  went  from  Hadley.  You  are  proud  of  their  services  and 
their  sacrifices,  as  you  are  proud  of  the  good  soldiers  of  those  earlier 
conflicts  in  which  many  laid  down  their  lives  that  you  might  enjoy 
the  heritage  which  is  yours  today. 

One  distinguished  name  cannot  be  omitted  as  we  think,  but  have 
not  time  to  speak,  of  all  the  Hadley  men  who  fought  for  their  country 
from  1861-65.  Major-General  Joseph  Hooker  belonged  to  you.  A 
son  of  Hadley,  a  West  Point  soldier,  a  brilliant  officer  in  the  Mexican 
War  and  brevetted  for  his  good  service;  he  found  the  War  of  the 
Rebellion  an  arena  for  which  his  natural  traits  and  training  had 
richly  prepared  him.  Hooker  had  been  in  California,  tried  farming 
and  failed.  Like  General  Grant,  who  just  before  the  war  was  an 
obscure  farmer  and  tanner;  so  Hooker  had  made  no  success  in  avo- 
cations of  peace.  But  the  tocsin  of  war  roused  these  men.  Hooker 
went  to  Washington,  sought  to  get  an  appointment  and  was  intro- 
duced one  day  to  Mr.  Lincoln,  after  he  had  felt  the  cold  shoulder  of 
army  officers  who  would  not  help  him.  He  said  to  Mr.  Lincoln, 
"I  am  about  to  return  home.  I  was  anxious  to  pay  my  respects  to 
you  and  to  express  my  wishes  for  your  personal  welfare  and  success 
in  quelling  this  rebellion.  And  I  want  to  say  one  word  more,"  he 
added  abruptly.  "I  was  at  Bull  Run  the  other  day,  Mr.  President, 
and  it  is  no  vanity  in  me  to  say  I  am  a  blanked  sight  better  General 
than  you  had  on  that  field." 

The  President  shook  Hooker's  hand,  begged  him  to  sit  down, 
began  a  social  chat  which  of  course  led  to  a  story,  and  to  a  more 
intimate  acquaintance.  Lincoln  soon  made  Hooker  a  Brigadier 
General  and  was  one  of  his  firmest  friends  thereafter. 

General  Hooker  was  not  a  Grant  or  a  Thomas  or  a  Stonewall 
Jackson  or  a  Robert  E.  Lee.  But  he  was  swift,  impetuous,  full  of 
fire  and  daring.  He  was  not  afraid  to  utter  his  own  opinions  as  to 
the  conduct  of  the  war.  His  criticisms  were  not  always  accurate; 
they  frequently  brought  him  into  trouble,  and  even  hedged  his  own 
path  to  promotion  when  he  assailed  the  plans  of  his  commanding 
General.    But  he  had  something  of  the  genius  that  Napoleon  carried 


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among   his  soldiery — "a  powerful    presence."     He  dominated   his 
men  by  his  soldierly  qualities,  and  by  his  martial  spirit. 

In  the  Peninsula  Campaign,  in  the  week  of  battles  on  the 
Chickahominy,  at  Malvern  Hill;  on  Lookout  Mountain,  at  Resaca, 
at  Atlanta — in  all  these  fields  of  awful  contest  Hooker  was  an  intrepid 
and  relentless  fighter,  determined  that  his  battalions  and  the  cause 
of  his  country  should  win.  His  energy  and  his  enthusiasm  some- 
times saved  his  flagging  troops  from  defeat  as,  when  the  Army  of 
the  Cumberland  was  surprised  one  time  by  the  enemy,  Hooker 
rallied  and  saved  it  from  panic.  Hooker  was  rough;  but  he  had 
roush  work  to  do.  He  was  blunt  and  critical;  but  much  that  he 
found  fault  with  needed  to  be  punctured  with  sharp  epithets.  His 
statue  stands  today  near  the  State  House  in  Boston.  At  its  unveiling 
Governor  Bates  said,  "Never  in  the  rear,  but  always  leading  his 
troops,  sharing  their  danger,  and  beloved  by  them;  always  seeking 
the  enemy  whether  in  the  valley  or  on  the  mountain,  self-reliant, 
resourceful,  intrepid,  impetuous.  General  Hooker  was  a  fighter 
with  his  sword  always  drawn,  a  hero  of  battles,  a  soldier  and  a 
patriot." 

This  town  has  had  a  wide  reputation  for  its  devotion  to  sound 
education.  The  maintenance  of  the  school  which  has  borne  the 
name  of  its  founder,  Edward  Hopkins,  from  the  beginning,  shows 
that  there  has  been  a  perennial  love  for  learning  here  which  has  been 
significant  for  your  community  and  for  this  entire  region.  The  Hop- 
kins Foundation  proved  to  be  "seed-corn"  for  education  in  the 
Connecticut  Valley.  It  would  be  diflficult  to  estimate  the  precise 
influence  which  this  Academy  has  exerted,  not  simply  as  seen  in 
the  careers  of  its  long  line  of  pupils,  but  also  as  an  example  to  other 
communities.  Who  can  tell  how  much  South  Hadley,  Amherst, 
Northampton,  Easthampton  and  Hatfield  owe  to  Old  Hadley 
and  its  Hopkins  Academy  for  the  institutions  of  learning  that  now 
make  those  towns  famous.  Amherst  College,  Mt.  Holyoke  College, 
Massachusetts  Agricultural  College,  Smith  College — all  these  are 
within  a  short  radius  of  your  time-honored  Academy;  and  I  feel 
confident  that  a  school  like  this  whose  life  has  been  so  vigorous 
and  prolonged  must  have  been  a  stimulus  and  a  power  in  the  found- 
ing and  growth  of  these  other  centres  of  sound  learning.  It  was 
Hadley  that  kept  alive  in  the  heart  of  this  encircling  community 
the  ideals  of  a  noble  intellectual  life.  The  names  of  Hitchcock, 
Seelye  and  Mary  Lyon  are  venerated  by  us  all;  for  those  staunch 
Christian  leaders  had  broad  conceptions  of  what  higher  education 
should  mean  in  a  Christian  land,  and  they  carried  out  the  ideas 
which  Hopkins  had  when  he  founded  your  school.  I  find  that  the 
records  show  that  seventy-five  students  of  the  Academy  have  (up 


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to  1890)  become  ministers  of  the  Gospel;  twenty-five  have  entered 
the  medical  profession;  forty-three  have  won  distinction  in  civil 
service;  there  have  been  seventy-eight  women  who  were  trained 
here  for  honorable  positions, — among  them  Lucy  Stone,  and  Eunice 
W.  Bullard,  who  married  Henry  Ward  Beecher;  and  sixty-six  men 
who  served  in  the  ranks  of  the  army  in  the  Civil  War.  This  school 
is  a  land-mark;  nay  more,  it  is  like  that  ancient  column  of  Trajan 
which  stands  in  the  centre  of  modern  Rome,  bearing  on  its  marble 
surface  from  base  to  summit,  the  sculptured  history  of  the  Emperor's 
achievements.  So  your  modest  Academy  carries  in  its  own  distinct 
history,  and  in  the  long  roll  of  its  teachers  and  students,  the  marks 
of  the  finer  things  that  belong  to  the  history  of  your  whole  community. 
There  never  was  a  time  in  your  long  history  when  the  place  and 
function  of  the  Christian  Church  among  you  was  forgotten  or  neg- 
lected. This  does  not  mean  that  religious  life  here  was  always  ideal, 
or  that  its  surface  expressions  were  always  serene  and  unruffled. 
The  men  and  women  of  Hadley  have  been  in  the  habit  of  doing  their 
own  thinking.  You  still  do  your  thinking  that  way,  no  doubt.  Even 
a  matter  like  the  choice  of  the  exact  spot  where  your  sanctuary 
should  stand  caused  debate.  But  there  never  was  any  serious  doubt 
that  the  church  should  stand  somewhere  in  the  village!  So  in  the 
theological  opinions  of  your  community,  you  could  not  always  be 
agreed  in  statements  of  creed.  But  you  were  far  more  intolerant 
of  the  man  with  no  religious  convictions  whatever  than  you  were 
with  those  whose  beliefs  were  not  exactly  like  your  own.  My  own 
grandmother  was  dismissed  from  the  fellowship  of  the  Congrega- 
tional Church  here  because  her  views  on  certain  doctrines  of  the 
Calvinistic  theology  were  not  in  harmony  with  those  of  the  creed  of 
the  society.  Yet,  she  maintained  a  firm  and  unyielding  piety  through- 
out the  trying  ordeal;  never  wavering  in  the  essential  elements  of 
religious  experience  although  counted  a  heretic  by  her  pastor  and 
her  brethren.  The  last  fifty  years  have  changed  the  whole  temper 
of  Protestant  Christianity  in  respect  to  the  boundaries  between 
Christian  bodies.  The  differentiations  of  sect  have  not  been  obliter- 
ated; but  the  old  intolerance  has  given  way.  Old  hostilities  have 
subsided.  Religion  has  been  accustoming  itself  to  expressions  of 
active  life  through  other  avenues  than  by  dogmatic  judgments. 
May  I  be  allowed  to  mention  here  the  name  of  my  kinsman,  who  all 
his  life  claimed  to  be  of  you  and  for  you.  Bishop  Frederick  Dan 
Huntington,  whose  memory  you  cherish  and  whose  distinguished 
career  Hadley  is  glad  to  feel  belongs  in  part  to  her,  as  sharing  in  his 
fame.  This  noble  son  of  Hadley  expressed  in  a  large  and  generous 
way  the  religious  consciousness  that  has  dwelt  all  these  generations 
in  the  central  life  of  this  people.    He  grew  to  manhood  in  this  valley, 


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knew  these  meadows  and  hills  as  a  vigorous  boy  is  sure  to  know 
every  nook  and  corner  of  his  neighborhood.  He  was  a  scholar  of 
Hopkins  Academy,  a  graduate  of  Amherst  College.  He  missed  no 
note  of  gladness  sung  by  birds  or  winds.  Every  changing  glory  of 
these  skies  and  mountains  he  watched  and  felt.  The  aesthetic  side  of 
nature,  of  human  life,  of  religion,  appealed  to  his  heart  with  great 
power.  "He  had  a  genius  for  religion,"  as  one  of  his  clerical  friends 
once  wrote  of  him,  and  the  "  beauty  of  holiness"  made  itself  manifest 
to  his  spiritual  vision  in  such  a  way  that  all  his  interpretations  of 
religious  truth  bore  the  impress  oi the  beautiful. 

His  voice  was  mellow,  his  eyes  rich  and  full  of  light;  his  sym- 
pathies ever  deep  and  abundant.  In  all  moral  judgments  he  was 
quick  and  pronounced.  He  was  not  afraid  to  denounce  wickedness 
in  high  places,  nor  did  he  hesitate  to  tell  his  neighbors  if  he  saw 
things  among  them  that  he  thought  should  be  rebuked.  He  would 
not  allow  a  single  tobacco  plant  to  grow  on  his  "Forty  Acres"  and 
was  not  backward  in  saying  why!  His  was  a  Puritan  type  of  con- 
science, mellowed,  however,  in  his  judgment  of  others  by  a  warm 
and  genial  nature.  He  loved  simplicity  in  character  as  he  admired 
modesty  and  economy  in  household  taste  and  arrangements.  He 
believed  in  the  kind  of  Christian  faith  that  moves  in  common  life, 
is  abundant  in  labors  for  the  good  of  men,  is  wholesome,  cheerful, 
winsome;  and  which  refreshes  itself  constantly  by  a  vital  contact 
with  the  Father  of  Spirits  and  the  God  of  all  grace  and  truth.  He 
told  me  once  that  it  cost  him  almost  a  mortal  struggle  to  pass  from 
his  old  Unitarian  connections  and  to  adopt  a  Trinitarian  creed  as 
his  personal  faith.  But,  in  this  serious  change  he  acted  in  all  good 
conscience,  and  never  regretted  the  step.  He  preached  always, 
whether  in  Harvard  Chapel  as  Plummer  Professor,  or  in  a  mission- 
chapel  in  Boston,  or  in  the  stateliest  sanctuary,  with  a  fervent  love 
of  the  truth  he  proclaimed.  His  style  was  elevated  in  language  and 
thought,  and  many  of  his  sermons  are  worthy  to  be  treasured  as 
models  of  sacred  eloquence.  Every  theme  he  touched  was  ennobled 
by  his  treatment  and  the  name  of  Frederick  Dan  Huntington  will 
always  be  cherished  in  the  community  he  so  deeply  loved  and  so 
nobly  adorned  by  character  and  achievement. 

Nothing  in  American  literature  is  more  charming  to  a  true  New 
Englander  than  the  annals  that  reproduce  for  our  imagination  the 
colonial  home-life  as  it  was  lived  here  in  Hadley  and  elsewhere. 

The  typical  "colonial  style"  of  houses  has  a  fascination  for  the 
eye  in  its  somewhat  stately  proportions,  its  gambrel  roof,  its  hospit- 
able interior,  its  simplicity  of  furniture.  The  very  architecture 
is  expressive  of  the  large  and  generous  life  that  so  often  occupied  these 
homes  of  that  olden  time.     One  such  simple  mansion  of  your  town 


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built  in  1752,  and  still  in  good  repair,  I  know  well;  and  something  of 
the  successive  generations  that  have  called  it  "home,"  I  know  by 
the  stories  my  father  and  kinsfolk  have  told.  These  New  England 
homes  were  well  filled.  Families  frequently  numbered  ten  or  twelve 
children.  Industry  was  therefore  a  cardinal  and  necessary  virtue 
in  those  frugal  times  when  clothing  was  manufactured  by  spinning- 
wheel  and  hand-looms;  and  for  most  of  the  necessities  of  life  the 
dependence  was  upon  the  soil  out  of  which  they  were  raised,  and 
upon  busy  and  skilful  hands.  Outside  and  inside  the  house  all 
members  of  the  household  old  enough  to  run  on  errands  or  hold  a 
lantern  or  drive  cows  to  and  from  pasture,  had  each  a  separate  line  of 
duties.  But  it  was  not  all  drudgery.  The  intelligence  of  the  New 
England  type  of  men  and  women  did  not  allow  home-life  to  be  mere 
slavery  to  the  daily  wants  of  the  family.  In  the  long  winter  season, 
when  the  call  of  the  field  was  still,  books  and  social  life,  and  the 
pleasures  which  the  young  and  vigorous  members  of  associated 
families  will  naturally  find,  made  this  neighborhood  anything  but 
dull  or  dreary.  How  sweet  and  strong  that  old  home-life  looks 
to  us  now!  Our  forefathers  were  wise  in  making  it  pious,  indus- 
trious, intelligent,  full  of  enjoyment,  peace  and  contentment.  Can 
we  maintain  the  beautiful  traditions  in  the  modern  home,  for  our 
time  and  the  time  to  come  ?  Let  me  say  that  unless  we  are  careful  to 
do  this  very  thing,  there  is  serious  social  danger.  For  the  home  is 
the  central  institution  of  power  in  our  nation.  There  is  where  char- 
acter is  made  or  unmade.  The  "unstable  equilibrium"  of  which 
I  have  spoken,  as  a  characteristic  of  our  American  society,  has  some 
alarming  symptoms  in  reference  to  home-life.  The  club,  the  play- 
house, travel,  and  something  like  adventure  that  incites  young  men 
to  strike  out  into  new  enterprises  in  far  away  fields  instead  of  follow- 
ing old  and  well  known  avenues  of  business  or  profession — all  these 
are  active,  influential  factors  in  our  social  life  everj^here.  So  it  is 
immensely  important  that  the  home  in  every  possible  way  be  exalted 
in  the  esteem  of  the  people. 

One  cannot  read  the  story  of  this  community  without  under- 
standing that  for  something  like  two  centuries  the  inhabitants 
were  homogeneous — in  blood,  in  traditions,  in  ideals  and  temper. 
Within  the  past  fifty  years  a  great  change  has  taken  place;  the  old 
homesteads,  many  of  them,  have  been  bereft  of  their  family  lines. 
A  new  stock  has  come  in  and  taken  possession  of  homes  and  meadow- 
lands.  The  succession  of  genealogies  has  in  many  cases  ceased; 
and  other  families  with  different  traditions  have  been  planted  to 
start  new  successions.  Many  have  come  from  foreign  lands.  They 
remember  the  homes  of  their  ancestors  as  regions  of  scarcity  in  the 
old  world;    but  they  find  here  a  land  of  bounty.    Their  forebears  in 


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Europe  could  not  own  their  homesteads,  for  a  landed  aristocracy 
monopolized  the  soil;  here  they  may  themselves  become  owners  of 
real  property  that  is  rich  in  productiveness  and  beautiful  for  situa- 
tion. They  remember  that  beyond  seas  there  was  little  in  the  way 
of  schooling  for  children;  here  there  is  the  best  of  instruction  almost 
"without  money  and  without  price"  for  every  child.  There,  under 
the  limitations  of  kingcraft  or  of  nobility  and  class  distinctions,  the 
individual  of  lowly  birth  does  not  count  for  much;  here  is  a  country 
and  a  civilization  whose  fundamental  principles  esteem  every  man  at 
his  real  value. 

If  you  are  "to  the  manner  born,"  of  course  you  love  the  ancient 
principles  out  of  which  your  history  was  made.  If  you  are  adopted 
citizens  and  know  this  history,  not  because  your  fathers  made  it, 
but  because  you  have  learned  it  by  books  and  by  story,  then  let  me 
appeal  to  you,  and  ask  you  to  take  not  only  the  opportunities  that 
this  town  offers  you  for  making  good  homes,  good  farms  and  a  good 
living;  but  to  take  also  the  higher  bequest  which  the  history  of  this 
valley  people  bestows  upon  you. 

Remember  the  tradition  of  civil  responsibility  that  a  long  line  of 
fine  citizenship  has  brought  to  you.  Remember  that  this  town  is  part 
of  a  noble  Commonwealth  and  of  a  great  nation.  You  are  challenged 
by  a  lofty  ideal  of  citizenship  in  this  new  world,  to  act  well  your  part 
as  townsmen,  as  voters  at  the  ballot-box,  as  heirs  in  a  great  heritage 
of  political  well-being  which  did  not  come  without  sacrifice  and  even 
the  shedding  of  precious  blood.  The  Academy  is  now  yours  to  love, 
to  cherish  and  maintain  as  a  common  heritage  for  all,  and  the  place 
where  your  sons  and  daughters  are  to  learn  not  only  the  fundamentals 
of  true  knowledge,  but  also  the  elements  of  true  citizenship.  What- 
ever your  race  stock  may  be,  this  school  stands  for  American  ideals, 
American  culture,  American  character,  which  your  children  must 
have,  if  they  are  to  act  well  their  part  in  the  places  they  are  to  fill  in 
this  new  world. 

There  is  another  institution  that  has  been  fostered  here  through- 
out all  this  period  of  twenty-five  decades,  whose  roots  have  been 
firmer  and  more  vital  for  the  community  here  than  those  of  your 
stately  elms  whose  graceful  forms  and  sheltering  canopies  have  given 
distinction  to  your  village;  that  is  the  Christian  church.  We  cannot 
think  of  Hadley  as  anything  but  Christian  in  its  habit  and  character. 
The  sturdy  conscience,  the  upright  conduct,  the  "even-handed 
justice"  for  which  the  forefathers  stood,  and  by  which  they  regulated 
their  households  and  their  town,  are  cardinal  principles  still,  and  we 
cannot  think  them  outgrown  or  unnecessary  for  us. 

Christianity  is  more  than  anything  else  in  this  world  the  binding 
power  that  will  hold  communities  together  in  the  bonds  of  peace 


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and  brotherhood;  and  many  of  the  sainted  men  and  women  whose 
ashes  sleep  in  yonder  cemetery,  if  they  could  speak  to  you  today, 
would  tell  you  that  the  best  things  they  gathered  out  of  life  in  Hadley 
were  those  which  the  Christian  religion,  the  Christian  homes  and 
the  Christian  sanctuary  inculcated. 

rUE  ANNIVERSARY  POEM 

By  'John  Howard  Jewett 

Hail   to   the    loyal — home   gathered      Or  raise  the  curtain  on  the  hallowed 

scene 
Of  yesterday's  pale  cypress  crown, 
or  bay, — 


today, 

Proud  heirs  of  the  past,  with  gar- 
lands to  lay 

On  Hadley's  home  altar,  our  dear 
mother-town. 

Whose  twelve  score  and  ten  we 
lovingly  crown. 

We  who  have  wandered  afar  from 
her  fold; 

We  who  have  lingered  with  her  to 
grow  old; 

The  present  and  absent,  our  gar- 
lands entwine 

With  loyal  home-love  for  dear 
Hadley's  shrine. 

Bringing  the  homage  true  lovers  may 
pay; 

Dreaming  of  mother-songs,  as  chil- 
dren may; 

Clinging  to  memories  left  us  to 
cheer — 

Ever  abiding  and  growing  more  dear. 

Leaves  from  the  past,  long  adrift  on 

life's  stream; 
Visions  of  boyhood  that  come  like  a 

dream 
Where'er  her  far-wand'ring  children 

may  roam — 
Echoing  still  the  old  heart-songs  of 

home. 


Why  count  the  years,  or  centuries, 
between 
The    dawns    long    past,   the    mile- 
stones on  the  way. 


Why  bid  the  wanderers  dream  again 
today  ? 

Time's    new    today,   that    blots   out 
things  that  were 
With  strides     of    world-wide    pro- 
gress, leaves  behind 
The    landmarks   of  old   years — and 
thus  with  her 
Our  mother-town,  we  come  again  to 

find. 
Is  not  the  same — or  else  old  eyes  are 
blind. 

The     brief    half-century    since    we 

gathered  here. 
To    honor    Hadley's    bi-centennial 

day. 
Has  wrought  so  many  changes,  year 

by  year, 
The   old-time   Hadley   now   seems 

far  away — 
The     autumn's     haze     enshrining 

dreams  of  May. 

This    new    today,    that    points    re- 
turning eyes 
To  modern  Hadley's  new-achieved 
renown — 
Late  triumphs  of  her  civic  enterprise 
Proclaims     her     still     the     valley's 

banner-town. 
On  which  her  mountains  proudly 
still  look  down. 


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Old  Hadlev 


Who   dared    to    dream    in    eighteen 
fifty-nine — 
The    while    we    ferried    to    North- 
ampton's shore — 
A  railroad,  and  electric  trolley  line. 
And    telephones    would    span    the 

chasm  o'er, 
Where     bridges     three     defy     the 
freshet's  roar. 

Who  ventured  then  the  wonder  to 
foresee 
Of  mountain  streams  supplanting 
pumps  and  wells; 
Fire  engines  and  a  valiant  company 
Responsive  to  the  clang  of  fire  bells; 
How     proudly     now     the     Had  ley 
bosom  swells. 

The  Hopkins  Fund  restored,  to  build 

anew 

Our  old  Academy — in  ashes  laid; 

The   mother-seat   of  learning,   that 

can  view 

With  pride  the  noble  record  she  has 

made. 
Still    weaving    chaplets    while    the 
centuries  fade. 

Whose  broad,  prophetic  vision  then 
foretold 
A  Public  Library,  modern-housed 
and  free, 
On    Squire    Kellogg's    elm-crowned 
lawn  of  old  .'' 
Yet  there  was  one  who  hoped,  and 

lived  to  see 
Love's  labor  crowned — the  sapling 
grown  a  tree. 

What  need  to  name  him  here,  where 
each  and  all 
Revere  the  memory  of  that   loyal 
man; 
The  faithful  servant,  true,  to  ev'ry 
call, 
The  country  Doctor — God  bless  all 

the  clan 
Who  live  to  serve,  to  help  and  nobly 
plan. 


Among  the  visions  of  the  past  that 
cheer, 

"How    beautiful    upon    the    moun- 
tains," still 
The  messengers  of  His  glad  tidings 
here, — 

The  long-time  pastors,  servants  of 
His  will. 

Whose  beacon  lights  their  missions 
yet  fulfill. 

They  who  were  with  us  fifty  years 

ago, 
Whose  gracious  presence  here  we 

miss  today; 
The  fearless  Woodbridge — still  with 

zeal  aglow. 
Returned  to  bless  us  on  his  whit'n- 

ing  way — 
A  second  Edwards  of  a  later  day. 

The    bravely    gentle    Ayres,    whose 

patient  grace 
Exemplified  "the  life  and  light  and 

way." 
The  faithful  Beaman,  born  to  fill  the 

place 
That  crowned  his  life-work;   others 

missed  today— 
Our     grateful     mem'ries     wreathe 

them  all  with  bay. 

The   poets   twain,   who   woke   their 
tuneful  lyres 
With  lofty  chords; — ^we  listen  now 
in  vain 
For   gifted    Porter's    songs    of  altar 
fires; 
For  "Heart  of  Hadley" — Holland's 

pulsed  refrain — 
Yet    ringing   on    their   echoes    still 
remain. 

On  yonder  boulder  graved,  a  name 

we  know, 
Emblazoned  on  his  country's  scroll 

of  fame; 
The     veteran     of    two     wars,     our 

"Fighting  Joe," 


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Whose  birthplace  here  his  towns-  Perchance  of  sterner  stufF,  the  race  of 

men  proudly  claim —  old 

Brave    General    Joseph    Hooker's  Who  vanquished  foes  without,  and 

honored  name.  foes  within; 

Whose  shibboleth  was  neither  fame 

One    tribute    more;      good    Bishop  nor  gold, 

Huntington —  Or  power  achieved  by  compromise 

United  here  all  hearts,  their  paeons  with  sin; 

j-aisg —  But   "Light    as   given    us" — heard 

Old     Had  ley's     ever    loving,     loyal  above  the  din. 
son, 

To  know  him  was  to  lo%e  him  and  To  glean  their  harvest  fields  is  not 

enough — 


to  praise. 
As  he  loved  Hadley  all  his  lengthened 
days. 

The     strong-souled     ministers,     the 
manly  men. 
The     noble     womanhood     whose 
patient  grace 
Made    glad    the    wayside — bravely 
now  as  then — 
Have  left  their  mantles  all,  that  we 

may  trace, 
Their    foot-prints    here — a    Bible- 
loving  race. 


Today  still  reaps  what  yesterdays 

have  sown; 
The  brave  soul  wins,  however  long 

or  rough 
The   paths   that   upward    lead — as 

they  have  shown — 
No  light  is  wholly  lost  the  world  has 

known. 


The  grand  old  mountains  echo  back 

the  word; 
Their  benedictions  still  the  valley 

shares; 
The  list'ning  elms  repeat  what  erst 

T  -1        1  r  1  •  *^^y  heard — 

Like  gleams  of  sunshme  when  gray  ^Ve  glimpse  today  a   broader  field 

clouds  o  ercast,  than  theirs. 
Like  star-shine  piercing  through  a 


darkened  sky, 
Undimmed    they    beckon — still    the 

echoes  last; 
"O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  .^" 

they  cry; 
The  dayspring  dawns  on  love  that 

cannot  die. 


*     *     * 


"Thou    beautiful    Old    Time,    now 

hid  away 

In  the  Past's  valley  of  Avilion — " 

'Twere  vain  to  call  thee  back,  or  bid 

thee  stay, 

If  all  our  high  resolves  have  with 

thee  gone. 
Nor  inspirations  left  to  cheer  us  on! 


And  draw  a  deeper  breath  in  wider 
airs. 

With   noble    living   hail    these    later 
days — 
Be  worthy,  sons  of  Hadley,  of  your 
sires; 
Make  glad  our  Zion  here  with  songs 
of  praise, 
And  while  His  blessings  crown  your 

heart's  desires. 
Still  keep  aglow  our  sacred   altar- 
fires! 

All     hail,     to     Hadley's     past — her 
pledge  and  pride; 
Rejoice  today  with  heart,  and  pen, 

and  voice; 


8o 


Old  Hadley 


Tomorrow's    vista    opens    fair    and 

wide — 
The  home  of  "piety  and  learning's" 

choice 
Shall  claim  its  own — "Again  I  say 

rejoice!" 


The  curtain   of  the  past   rolls  back 
once  more; — 
The  ranks  are  forming,  Civil  War's 
begun. 
"To  Arms!     To  Arms!"     rings  out 
from  shore  to  shore — 
The    voice    of    Lincoln    heard    in 
"Sixty-one." 


In  silence  let  their  benediction  fall 
Upon      us      here — while     we     our 
tributes  pay 
To  those   who   dared   to   risk   life's 
little  all, 
To    win    the    glorious    peace    that 
crowns  Today. 

Forget    them    not;       the    humblest 
grass-grown  mound. 
Unmarked     save     by     a     w^eather- 
beaten  rag 
To  guide   us  when   Memorial   Day 
comes  'round — 
Pleads  comradeship  with  all  who 
"Loved  the  Flag!" 


The    tragic    story    of  those    fateful 
years 
Needs    no    recounting   here,   while 
hearts  are  true; 
'Twere  better  silence  and  unbidden 
tears 
Should  crown  the  mem'ry  of  "Our 
Boys  in  Blue" 

Who  died,  the  Union  and  the  Flag  to 
save. 
Or,  one  by  one  have  fallen  by  the 
way. 
Till  few  remain  of  all  that  Hadley 
gave — 
Now    veteran    comrades    old,    and 
worn  and  gray. 

A    nation's    gratitude    their    deeds 
enshrine; 
A  reunited  country  seals  their  task; 
"They  loved  the  Flag" — aye,  pass  it 
down  the  line — 
'Tis  all  the  glory  brave  defenders 
ask. 


The  homes  of  Old  Hadley, 
The  elm-bowered  Hadley, 
Whose  meadow  and  mountain 
Still  sing  of  the  past; 
Our  beautiful  Hadley, 
Our  time-honored  Hadley, 
The  well-spring  and  fountain 
Of  loves  that  outlast 
The  wreaths  we  so  gladly — 
Or,  mayhap,  so  sadly, 
Entwine  for  her  crowning — 
The  past  with  today. 

And  we  who  have  known  her, 
How  proudly  we  own  her 
Our  birthplace  and  haven 
Wherever  we  stray. 
God  bless  our  dear  Hadley, 
The  peace-breathing  Hadley — 
Fond  memory's  Beulah 
Fair  home  of  the  blest — 
The  homes  of  Old  Hadley, 
The  children  of  Hadley, 
The  mounds  in  God's-acre, 
And  all  we  love  best. 


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8i 


THE  HADLET  TET  TO  BE 

Confided  by  the  oldest  inhabitant  to  John  Howard  Jewett 


If  you're  the  man  that's  goin'  to  write 

About  the  day  we  celebrate, 
1  shouldn't  wonder  if  I  might 

Help  you  to  bring  things  down  to 
date; 
Seein'  as  how  there's  been  a  lot 

Of  progress  hereabouts  of  late, 
An'  we  old-timers  you've  forgot 

May  know  some  things  wuth  while 
to  state. 

You've  noticed  mebee  we've  got  room 

Right  here  to  grow  and  multiply, 
An'  only  waitin'  f'r  a  boom 

To  beat  th'  record  high  an'  dry. 
We've  got  suburban  sites  down  fine — 

A  bee-line  layout  from  th'  bridge, 
Five  mile  along  the  trolley-line 

Due  east  nigh  up  to  Amherst  ridge. 

Our  land  is  soil,  the  richest  kind 

For  crops  or  villas — can't  be  beat; 
An'  our  home-lots,  as  you  will  find, 

Are  wider  than  a  city  street. 
Don't  hev'  to  wait  f'r  trees  to  grow. 

They've  been  allowed  to  sprout  and 
stay; 
Where  can  you  match  that  double 
row 

Of  elms  and  maples,  by  the  way  .? 

Our  fertile  medders  on  the  west, 

An'  rural  suburbs  south  and  east. 
From  river  to  the  mountain's  crest — 
Would   map  out  large,  to  say  the 

least. 
For  town-sites  like  those  now-a-days 
I've    read    about,    an'    heard    folks 
talk; 
A  bigger  place  as  our  land  lays 
Than     Boston    was,  or    old    New 
York. 

Meanwhile  there's  a  growin'  outside 
call 
lor  all  the  crops  that  can  be  raised; 


Stock  markets  they  can  rise  an'  fall 

An'  not  upset  us — Lord  be  praised. 

"The  tall   brown  corn,"  that  uster 

pay, 

All  petered  out  some  years  ago; 
Tobacco's  headin'  that  same  way — 
The  Trusts  want  all  the  cream,  you 
know. 

But  that  don't  matter— not  a  red — 

Since    farmer-folks    at    last    have 
struck 
The  right  idee — the  world  is  fed. 

Or  mostly  so,  on  garden  truck. 
There's  money  in  it  for  the  man 

Who  feeds  the  toilin'  multitood, 
W  ho    knows     enough    to    work    an' 
plan 

An'  not  sit  round  to  kick  or  brood. 

No  hankerin'  here  f'r  factory  smudge 
With     all     the     fuss     the    Unions 
make; 
Our  folk  weren't  born   to  slave  or 
drudge. 
Or    go    on     strikes    to    get    more 
cake. 
There's   health   an'   happiness   right 
here 
For  just  a  fair  amount  of  toil. 
An'     life's     wuth     livin',     year    by 
year, 
When  clus  to  nater  and  the  soil. 

Good  place  to  raise  a  family 
Wuth    raisin';      bein'    brought    up 
right; 
Good  schoolin'  and  society — 

A  new  Academy  in  sight; 
Three  colleges  in  neighborin'  towns, 

An'  not  too  far  away  from  home; 
A    grand    old    Church    the    center 
crowns. 
With   one   for  those  who   lean   to 
Rome. 


82  Old  Hadley 

Just  look  things  over,  while  you're  F'r    fortune's    smile,    nor    fear    her 

here —  frown ; 

Size      up      the      outlook — put      it  Prosperity  now  pints  this  way 

straight —  An'  Hadley's  ready — put  that  down 

We  want  no  high-falutin'  sneer —  With  all  the  rest,  and  now — good 

We've  got  the  goods  an'  we  can  wait  day. 

GREETINGS  FROM  BERKSHIRE 

By  Hon.  Allen   T.   Treadway,  President  of  the  Massachusetts  Senate 

Senator  Treadway  expressed  his  good  wishes  for  the  glorious 
old  town  and  said  there  was  a  close  bond  of  sympathy  between  the 
Connecticut  and  Housatonic  valleys,  in  the  latter  of  which  is  his 
home.  These  valleys  are  made  one  by  relationship  and  by  the  glory 
they  add  to  old  Massachusetts  and  to  the  western  section  which  all 
love.  It  is  well,  he  said,  to  recall  the  past,  but  our  children  are  our 
hope.  We  should  be  careful  that  the  rising  generations  are  cared  for 
as  the  ancestors  of  this  generation  cared  for  it.  If  this  is  done  it 
will  redound  to  the  credit  of  Hadley,  and  to  that  of  state  and  coun- 
try.   "  Long  may  you  prosper"  were  his  closing  words. 

GREETINGS  FROM  HARTFORD 

By  Rev.  Rockwell  Harmon  Potter,  pastor  of  the  mother  church 

The  present  celebration  is  like  the  last  scene  of  a  long  romance. 
When  Hartford  had  been  established  on  the  Connecticut  for  about  a 
generation  she  found  in  her  home  a  daughter  with  opinions  of  her  own. 
As  is  often  the  case,  in  spite  of  the  parent's  attempts  to  smooth  things 
over,  the  daughter  took  matters  into  her  own  hands,  climbed  out  of 
the  back  window  and  eloped  to  set  up  housekeeping  for  herself. 
The  back  window  was  then  Wethersfield.  Hartford,  settled  by  people 
who  had  come  to  Connecticut  for  religious  freedom,  was  embarrassed 
that  some  of  their  own  number  couldn't  find  this  religious  liberty 
right  there  in  their  midst.  But  Hartford  is  ready  now  to  open  the  door 
and  forgive  the  eloping  daughter.  As  the  years  have  passed,  Had- 
ley's children  and  grandchildren  have  been  returning  to  the  old  home, 
telling  of  her  happiness  and  prosperity.  You  are  forgiven.  If  the 
fact  of  that  elopement  has  checked  Hadley's  growth  in  the  last  250 
years,  let  it  check  it  no  longer;  if  it  has  saddened  Hadley's  heart,  let 
her  heart  be  saddened  no  longer.  Hartford  forgives  Hadley  and  is 
proud  of  the  girl  who  stole  out  of  the  back  window. 

And  Hartford  is  grateful  to  Hadley  for  the  men  and  women 
she  has  sent  into  the  city's  life.  Upon  these  small  towns  much 
still  depends  for  the  city's  moral  strength  and  resource  of  char- 
acter.    The  celebrations  of  this  character  remind  us  of  the  essen- 


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tial  part  the  old  New  England  town  has  played  in  the  life  of  the 
nation,  even  though  that  part  be  not  so  prominent  in  the  future. 
We  are  assured  that  the  permanence  of  the  nation  depends  upon 
the  qualities  developed  in  the  old  New  England  town,  and  if 
ever  the  nation  loses  out  of  the  music  of  its  national  life  the 
splendid  tone  of  New  England  character  she  will  be  so  moved  as 
to  fall. 

GREETINGS  FROM   WETHERSFIELD 

By  Rev.  George  L.  Clark 

Wethersfield,  the  elderly  mother  of  the  fair  and  radiant  Hadley, 
sendeth  greeting.  We  are  proud  of  our  comely  daughter  and  happy 
to  join  the  pageant. 

We  used  to  sing  at  Amherst,  "I  am  dreaming  now  of  Hadley." 
It  was  not  "Old  Hadley;"  but  that  charming  daughter  of  yours, 
one  of  whose  daughters  has  been  the  chief  joy  of  my  life.  Today 
you  seem  scarcely  less  beautiful  to  me  than  the  girls  whose  smiles 
and  glancing  eyes  drew  us  prosy  students  over  the  mountain. 

We  thought  you  a  little  uppish  when  you  left  us,  but  all  anger 
has  long  since  been  lost  in  admiration  of  the  Puritan  principles  of 
love  for  freedom,  education  and  righteousness  which  you  have  so 
nobly  shown.  We  have  always  loved  you.  Even  when  we  disagreed 
with  you,  we  loved  and  respected  the  depth  and  power  of  your 
convictions. 

When  the  midnight  yell  of  the  savages  floated  down  the  river, 
when  the  tomahawk  smote  your  brave  children,  our  hearts  thrilled 
with  pain.  Your  sons  and  ours  stood  side  by  side  at  Trenton,  Gettys- 
burg and  Antietam.  I  suppose  you  were  glad  to  get  away  from  the 
old  home.  The  mother  down  the  river  seemed  a  little  crusty.  It  was 
because  she  was  a  Puritan  and  stood  stiffly  by  her  principles  as  you 
stood  by  yours.  A  story  may  illustrate  how  you  felt  two  centuries 
and  a  half  ago. 

In  1765  we  heard  that  Jared  Ingersoll,  stamp  collector  for  the 
crown,  was  to  pass  through  Wethersfield.  We  met  him  with  several 
hundred  mounted  men,  took  him  to  the  Broad  Street  tavern,  com- 
pelled him  to  resign  his  office,  then  escorted  him  to  Hartford,  where 
he  read  his  resignation  at  the  government  building.  On  the  back 
of  his  white  horse  Jared  did  some  thinking,  for  when  asked  how 
he  felt  he  said:  "I  never  before  understood  that  verse  in  Reve- 
lation which  speaks  of  '  Death  on  a  pale  horse,  with  hell  following 
after.'  " 

This  is  your  season  for  worthy  pride  and  noble  joy,  but  let  me 
remind  you  that  the  old  mother  down  the  Connecticut  has  done 


84  Old  Hadley 

something  besides  raise  onions.  Her  company  reached  Bunker  Hill 
as  soon  as  yours.  Her  Silas  Deane  was  member  of  the  first  Conti- 
nental Congress  and  he  was  sent  to  Europe  as  the  first  commissioner 
to  enlist  aid  there.  He  pushed  through  the  treaty  with  France, 
bought  military  supplies  in  time  fi^r  Saratoga  and  persuaded  Steuben 
to  come  from  the  German  army  to  teach  us  the  tactics  of  Frederick 
the  Great.  In  our  famous  old  Webb  House,  General  Washington, 
after  a  dinner  of  Connecticut  River  shad,  planned  the  Yorktown 
campaign. 

But  this  is  your  day  and  we  greet  you.  We  are  proud  of  you. 
We  rejoice  in  your  beauty  and  wide  influence.  We  hail  you,  daughter 
Hadley,  glorious  mother  of  colleges  and  men.  May  your  future  be 
still  more  glorious  than  your  past. 

GREETINGS 

By  John   Gough  Sutton 
A  descendant  in  the  eighth  generation  of  Go^e,  the  regicide 

I  can  bear  witness  that  Hadley  has  lost  none  of  its  spirit  of 
hospitality  in  the  250  years  that  have  elapsed  since  it  entertained  my 
worthy  ancestors,  Gofi^e  and  Whalley.  The  fact  that  I  have  come 
over  1,000  miles  to  be  with  you  today  will  be  sufficient  evidence 
that  I  wanted  to  come.  Edward  Whalley  was  GofFe's  father-in-law, 
hence  my  relationship  to  both.  Sir  William  GoJBFe  was  son  of  a 
preacher  among  the  Puritans  and  became  a  general  in  the  army  of 
the  commonwealth.  Edward  Whalley,  was  also  a  general  and  they 
both  signed  the  death  warrant  of  Charles  I.  Upon  the  restoration  of 
Charles  H,  their  estates  were  confiscated  and  they  escaped  to  New 
England.  They  landed  in  Boston,  July,  1660,  and  resided  near 
Cambridge  where  they  had  attention  paid  them  and  were  visited 
by  the  principal  inhabitants.  They  were  known  to  have  been  the 
king's  judges,  but  the  news  of  the  restoration  had  not  yet  reached 
America.  When  the  proclamation  in  which  they  were  excluded  by 
name  from  the  king's  mercy  was  read  in  Boston,  they  retired  to  New 
Haven,  where  they  were  concealed  by  their  friends,  at  first  in  a  cave. 
During  their  stay  in  Hadley  the  most  memorable  Indian  war  of  New 
England  took  place.  The  town  of  Hadley  was  attacked  by  the  In- 
dians, the  men  took  up  arms  and  attempted  a  defense,  when  a 
stranger  of  venerable  aspect  suddenly  appeared  among  them.  He 
rallied  them  and  led  them  to  the  charge,  routed  the  Indians  and  saved 
the  town.  It  was  Gofte.  He  returned  to  his  concealment,  from 
which  he  had  never  ventured  before,  and  it  was  not  known  until  after 
his  death  that  he  was  the  deliverer.  Whalley  was  then  in  his  second 
childhood  and  died  within  a  short  time.     Gofie  is  supposed  to  have 


Old  slai^CLoach   and  biti;;^)' 


J  lir  hriilid  coiip/c 


Quarter  Millennial  85 

lived  ten  years  afterward  in  solitude.  He  had  kept  up  a  correspon- 
ence  with  his  wife  (who  remained  in  England  with  their  infant  son, 
James)  under  the  assumed  names  of  Walter  and  Francis  Goldsmith. 
The  particulars  of  the  rescue  of  the  settlers  may  be  found  in  j.  Feni- 
more  Cooper's  book,  "Wept  of  the  WIsh-ton-Wish."  There  is 
good  ground  for  inference  that  Whalley  was  buried  in  the  cellar  of 
Parson  Russell's  house.  Probably  GofFe  was  burled  in  the  same 
cellar. 

Sir  W^illiam  Goffe's  son  when  he  grew  up  changed  the  spelling 
of  his  name  to  Gough.  At  that  time  the  name  of  Goffe  in  England 
was  not  as  popular  as  it  seems  now  to  be  in  Hadley.  James  Goffe, 
son  of  Sir  William,  joined  the  society  of  Friends  or  Quakers.  Sir 
William's  great  grandson,  the  Quaker  historian  and  mathematician, 
moved  to  Ireland  in  1740;  consequently  my  claim  to  the  good  old 
Irish  blood  that  I  am  very  proud  of.  Your  chairman  sent  the  last 
of  the  Goughs  in  Ireland  an  urgent  request  to  come  over  and  repre- 
sent the  family.  This  he  could  not  do,  so  urged  me  to  come,  which 
I  have  gladly  done. 

GREETINGS  FROM  NORTHAMPTON 

By  Mayor  James    W.   O'Brien 

It  Is  a  pleasure  as  the  representative  of  your  near  neighbor,  to 
extend  the  greetings  of  the  City  of  Northampton,  to  Hadley  on  her 
250th  Anniversary. 

You  have  cause  to  feel  proud  of  this  celebration  and  the  excellent 
manner  in  which  it  has  been  conducted,  and  you  have  my  hearty 
congratulations.  From  our  early  school  days  we  are  familiar  with 
the  historical  events,  of  which  this  old  town  has  been  the  scene,  and 
as  we  gaze  today  upon  your  rich  and  fertile  fields,  with  their  plentiful 
crops,  and  the  many  other  evidences  of  a  prosperous  community, 
we  behold  the  accomplishment  of  the  end,  for  which  your  forefathers 
on  this  very  soil  fought  and  died.  The  same  New  England  courage 
and  perseverance  that  enabled  the  early  settlers  to  overcome  their 
difficulties,  enabled  their  descendants  to  establish  this  most  beautiful 
town  in  this  most  beautiful  valley. 

You  sons  and  daughters  of  old  Hadley  have  reason  to  be  proud 
of  the  town  of  your  birth,  and  likewise,  too,  old  Hadley  has  reason  to 
be  proud  of  many  of  her  sons  and  daughters,  who  have  reflected 
glory  on  the  old  town. 

May  continued  prosperity  and  happiness  be  the  lot  of  old 
Hadley  and  her  children,  and  may  the  same  cordial  relations  always 
exist  between  her  and  her  big  sister  across  the  river. 


86  Old  Hadley 

GREETINGS  FROM  GRANBT 

By    W.  A.   Taylor 

I  am  commissioned  to  bring  to  the  grandmother  town  of  Hadley 
on  this  festive  occasion  the  greetings  of  her  little  granddaughter 
town  of  Granby.  "Granby" — do  I  hear  some  one  say,  "just  where 
is  Granby?"  Go  with  me  to  the  top  of  the  mountain  yonder  and 
look  at  the  villages  nestled  at  its  base;  pick  out  the  prettiest  one 
among  them  all,  and  that  will  be  Granby.  Or  we  can  locate  the  town 
by  telling  strangers  it  is  near  Hadley;  for  who  in  all  the  land  has  not 
heard  of  the  things  for  which  Hadley  is  famous  ?  Who  has  not  heard 
of  the  regicides,  of  the  Hadley  angel,  of  good  old  Parson  Russell, 
of  the  birthplace  of  the  great  and  good  Bishop  Huntington,  and  of 
the  gallant  soldier,  Joe  Hooker  ? 

It  is  glory  enough  for  Granby  to  be  nestled  under  the  wing  of 
her  dear  old  grandmother  and  shine  with  a  borrowed  light;  and  yet, 
our  light  is  not  entirely  a  borrowed  one — we  have  many  good  things 
of  our  own  over  there.  The  autoists  think  we  have  good  roads. 
We  have  good  schools,  as  three  recent  graduates  of  a  New  England 
college,  who  fitted  in  our  local  High  School,  can  testify.  We  have 
good  farms,  none  better  all  up  and  down  the  valley;  and  best  of  all, 
we  have  good  men  and  women.  This  human  product  has  been 
tremendously  drawn  upon  within  the  last  fifty  years  to  fill  up  the 
cities  and  towns  of  the  Connecticut  Valley  and  places  more  remote. 
We  have  sent  out  doctors  and  lawyers  and  ministers  and  teachers 
and  tradesmen  and  farmers,  but  we  have  lots  of  good  people  left. 
Granby  was  named  from  the  Marquis  of  Granby,  who  was  com- 
mander-in-chief of  the  British  army  when  the  town  was  incorporated 
in  1768.  It  is  distinctively  an  agricultural  town  with  dairying  a 
specialty.  Half  the  Holyoke  babies  are  brought  up  on  Granby  milk 
and  the  other  half  is  a  puny  lot.  It's  the  old  cow  that  stands  between 
us  and  the  traditional  wolf  at  the  door.  In  closing,  I  wish  to  empha- 
size Granby's  greeting  to  Hadley,  and  congratulate  her  on  her  his- 
toric past  and  her  auspicious  future.  Men  live  and  languish  and  die, 
but  towns  and  cities,  like  Tennyson's  brook,  "go  on  forever,"  grow- 
ing young  as  the  years  speed  by.  And  so  long  as  the  river  yonder  flows 
to  the  sea  will  Hadley  stand  on  its  banks,  a  living  monument  to  prog- 
ress, to  truth  and  righteousness  and  all  that  is  ennobling  and  uplifting 
in  human  life  and  character. 

GREETINGS  FROM  DEERFIELD 

By  Rev.  R.  E.  Birks 

Mr.  Birks  said  that  he  hoped  the  people  at  the  Hadley  celebra- 
tion had  heard  the  tribute  to  John  Russell  which  George  Sheldon  of 


Quarter  Millennial  87 

Deerfield,  the  famous  historian  of  the  Connecticut  Valley,  wrote. 
He  thought  that  there  never  was  a  better  tribute  to  anyone  written  by 
a  man  of  91  years.  He  spoke  of  the  Bloody  Brook  massacre,  in  which 
eight  women  of  the  congregation  of  which  Mr.  Birks  is  now  pastor 
were  made  widows  and  24  children  made  orphans.  The  first  help 
came  from  Hadley  and  Hatfield.  The  old  cemetery  overlooking  the 
Deerfield  river  contains  the  graves  of  some  of  the  Hadley  men  who 
went  to  the  rescue.  "We  rejoice  with  you  in  your  rejoicings,  as  we 
suffered  with  you  in  your  sufferings." 

GREETINGS  FROM  NEWBURTPORT 

By  Dr.  H.  C.  Hovey 

Dr.  Hovey  is  a  descendant  of  Daniel  Hovey,  an  early  settler 
at  Hadley,  and  is  president  of  the  Daniel  Hovey  association,  which 
has  records  of  over  4,000  descendants  of  this  ancestor.  He  told  a 
little  of  the  life  of  old  Daniel  Hovey,  who  survived  the  Brookfield 
massacre  with  two  of  his  sons,  a  third  being  killed  there.  They 
settled  in  Hadley,  although  the  father  went  back  to  his  former  home 
at  Ipswich  to  die.  "The  story  of  those  old  times,"  he  said,  "comes 
down  with  a  splendid  sheen.  The  many  descendants  of  those  old 
settlers  of  Hadley  went  all  over  the  country  and  beyond  it,  carrying 
out  streams  of  influence.  The  whole  United  States  and  the  world 
has  thus  an  interest  in  Hadley." 

GREETINGS  FROM  HATFIELD 

By  Charles  K.  Morton 

It  seems  fit  and  proper  that  one  who  is  descended  from  several 
of  the  first  settlers  of  Hadley  and  Hatfield  and  from  no  other  source, 
should  bring  to  you  the  congratulations  and  the  good  wishes  of  the 
inhabitants  of  Hatfield  who  are  pleased  to  join  with  you  in  honoring 
the  memory  of  our  common  ancestry. 

It  is  a  little  difficult  to  determine  the  exact  relationship  between 
the  two  towns.  There  are  indications  that  the  settlers  on  the  west 
side  of  the  river  regarded  this  town  that  they  were  forming  as  the 
twin  sister  of  Hadley,  though  the  christening  of  Hatfield  was  some- 
what delayed.  In  1658,  the  inhabitants  of  Northampton  had  pur- 
chased a  fertile  tract  of  land  of  its  Indian  owners  called  "Capawonk 
Meadows."  This  was  located  upon  both  sides  of  the  river,  at  a  con- 
siderable distance  from  their  settlement.  They  offered  to  give  this 
to  the  Hartford  men  for  a  small  payment  in  "pease  and  oats." 
The  most  important  condition  imposed  was  that  the  Hartford  men 
should  settle  both  sides  of  the  river  and  inhabit  by  the  following  May. 


88  Old  Hadley 

Town  governments  were  established  on  both  sides  at  nearly  the 
same  time  and  each  governed  their  precincts  mostly  independent  of 
the  other. 

The  early  New  England  town  meeting,  was  I  believe,  the  purest 
and  best  form  of  democratic  government  that  this  country  has  ever 
seen.  It  was  a  government  by  the  majority  in  which  the  rights  of 
the  minority  were  amply  protected.  A  full  attendance  of  the  male 
inhabitants  was  insured.  No  earnest  appeal  was  sent  (as  now) 
by  the  candidates  for  office  to  the  voters  to  come  out  and  exercise  their 
right  of  suffrage.  They  knew  a  better  way.  It  was  voted  in  1662, 
that  those  who  had  been  legally  warned  of  a  meeting  and  failed  to 
attend  should  forfeit  one  shilling,  and  that  those  who  were  one-half 
hour  late  or  left  before  the  end  without  permission  should  forfeit 
sixpence. 

Few  realize  that  the  question  whether  the  Province  of  Massa- 
chusetts Bay  should  join  with  the  other  Colonies  in  declaring  them- 
selves independent  of  Great  Britain  was  settled  in  the  town  meetings, 
but  not  by  a  unanimous  vote.  We  have  learned  to  respect  to  some 
extent  the  caution  of  several  of  the  representatives  of  the  leading 
families  in  Hatfield  who,  as  they  had  prospered  under  the  King  and 
were  large  landholders,  were  loath  to  cut  loose  from  the  mother 
country.  However,  they  were  not  allowed  to  obstruct.  Promi- 
nent citizens  were  sent  to  a  conference  at  Concord  and  it  was  voted 
"that  in  case  the  Congress  should  think  it  necessary  for  the 
safety  of  the  American  United  Colonies  to  declare  themselves  inde- 
pendent of  Great  Britain,  the  inhabitants  of  the  town  of  Hatfield 
with  their  lives  and  fortunes  would  solemnly  engage  to  support  them 
in  the  measure."  Later,  men  were  sent  with  "donations  for  the  poor 
in  Boston  who  were  suffering  in  the  common  cause." 

We  venerate  the  memory  of  the  war  governor  during  the  Rebel- 
lion. We  are  proud  of  the  record  of  the  Commonwealth  during  that 
war,  but  it  should  not  be  forgotten  that  the  towns  furnished  what 
was  most  essential,  the  volunteers.  I  remember  the  patriotic 
speeches  of  the  older  citizens  in  town  meeting,  who  with  tears  running 
down  their  cheeks  pledged  their  last  dollar  to  the  support  of  the 
Union  and  sent  their  boys  to  the  front.  They  made  liberal  offers 
of  support  for  the  families  of  those  who  might  fall,  which  enabled 
the  married  men  to  go.     These  promises  were  faithfully  kept. 

Citizens  of  Hadley,  our  fathers  fought  the  common  enemy  side 
by  side.  We  share  the  same  traditions.  Whoever  writes  the  history 
of  those  times  must  depend  largely  on  tradition.  He  must  not  expect 
to  find  that  his  heroes  were  followed  about  by  stenographers  or  news- 
paper correspondents,  but  must  credit  them  with  doing  reasonable 
things  if  tradition  says  they  did.    One  who  searches  the  earlier  records 


Quarter  Millennial  89 

at  Boston  will  learn  that  the  first  settlers  were  too  busy  making  his- 
tory to  record  it  fully. 

I  have  said  we  share  the  same  traditions.  We  share  the  same 
problems  of  the  present  and  the  future.  Out  of  a  population  of  2,000 
a  little  band  of  four  hundred  contains  all  who  can  make  any  claim 
of  being  descendants  of  the  first  settlers  of  Hatfield.  Last  year  there 
were  ninety-two  births  in  the  town  of  Hatfield — the  largest,  I  think, 
in  the  history  of  the  town.  Of  that  number  fifty-four  were  of  Polish 
parentage.  I  remember  the  first  immigrants  that  came  to  Hatfield 
in  the  early  fifties.  Now,  they  and  their  sons  are  among  our  most 
thrifty  and  public-spirited  citizens,  some  serve  us  as  town  officers, 
and  their  daughters  teach  the  public  schools. 

There  is  no  danger,  I  believe,  from  this  later  flood  of  immigra- 
tion and  the  rapid  increase  of  the  newcomers,  if  we  teach  them  and 
their  children  the  principles  of  good  citizenship.  I  have  faith  to 
believe  that  this  town  government  founded  in  wisdom  by  our  fathers 
"This  government  of  the  people  by  the  people  and  for  the  people" 
will  not  be  allowed  to  perish. 

GREETINGS  FROM   WHATELT 

By  Rev.  John   P.   Manwell 

This  is  grandmother's  250th  birthday  and  we  are  proud  to  think 
that  we  are  a  grandchild.  We  are  sorry  that  our  mother,  Hatfield, 
is  not  quite  sure  whether  she  is  a  sister  or  a  daughter.  W'e  like  to 
think  that  we  are  a  granddaughter  without  any  doubt  or  hesitation. 

We  are  young,  not  quite  150  years  old  yet.  Years  count  in  the 
age  of  a  man  but  only  centuries  in  the  age  of  a  town.  We  are  little 
as  everyone  knows,  little  in  population,  little  in  territorial  extent. 
There  was  a  time  when  our  hillside  stream  was  dotted  with  factories, 
and  we  were  something  of  a  manufacturing  town.  But  one  by  one 
the  wheels  turned  by  the  mountain  stream  were  stilled  and  the  har- 
ness left  to  decay  amid  its  woodland  beauty.  However,  we  do  not 
complain.  For  what  is  the  glory  of  a  town  ?  Its  age  ?  It  may  be 
if  it  has  made  good  use  of  the  intervening  years.  Shall  we  find  it  in 
its  wealth  r  Wealth  will  erect  beautiful  buildings  and  construct  fine 
highways  and  spin  on  them  in  its  automobile;  but  there  is  something 
more  important.  Shall  we  put  the  glory  of  a  town  in  the  string  of 
figures  by  which  its  population  is  enumerated  ?  A  Gideon  does  not 
feel  that  an  army  of  3,000  is  necessarily  better  than  an  army  of  300. 
Results  depend  far  more  upon  quality  than  upon  quantity.  And  for 
developing  this  quality  we  think  there  are  advantages  in  the  small 
town.  Responsibility  tends  to  develop  manhood,  and  manifestly 
there  is  more  responsibility  devolving  upon  the  individual  man  when 


90  Old  Hadley 

he  is  one  of  a  hundred  than  when  he  becomes  one  of  a  thousand. 
Then  there  is  a  more  intimate  knowledge  of  government  and  public 
affairs  when  a  man  is  a  larger  fraction  of  the  general  public. 

There  was  once  a  minister  of  our  town  who  became  famous  by 
reason  of  a  certain  trenchant  remark  he  once  made.  It  was  a  time 
when  the  righteousness  of  raising  tobacco  was  a  much  mooted  ques- 
tion; and  when  asked  his  opinion  in  regard  to  it,  he  said  he  didn't 
care  what  his  people  raised  so  long  as  they  raised  his  salary.  Now 
we  do  not  think  it  matters  what  is  raised  in  our  fields  provided  only 
we  raise  men;  and  that  we  are  doing. 

GREETINGS  FROM  SOUTH  HADLET 

By  Eugene  H.  Lyman 

It  is  with  pleasure  that  I  bring  here  today  the  greetings  of 
South  Hadley,  the  second  daughter  town,  the  more  especially  as 
it  is  my  good  fortune  to  claim  this  grand  old  town  as  the  place 
of  my  birth,  and  the  home  of  my  ancestors  for  generations;  and 
also  because  I  was  present  at  the  anniversary  celebration  fifty 
years  ago. 

It  is  said  that  when  some  of  the  young  people  were  about  to 
leave  the  old  home  in  Hadley  and  make  for  themselves  homes  in  the 
woods  to  the  south  of  the  mountains,  their  parents  wept  and  prayed 
over  them;  and  some  of  the  old  men,  who  had  always  cultivated 
these  broad  and  fertile  meadows,  shook  their  heads  and  wondered 
if  they  could  get  a  living  on  the  uplands  down  there. 

But  they  did  get  a  living,  hewed  farms  and  homes  out  of  the 
forest,  and  founded  a  town  on  those  sandy  hills  that  was  destined 
to  be  one  of  the  most  beautiful  in  this  valley,  and  in  honor  of  the 
mother,  they  named  it  South  Hadley.  Perhaps  I  cannot  describe 
to  you  better  the  condition  of  things  in  South  Hadley  today  than  to 
bring  to  your  attention  the  great  seal  of  the  town.  The  central 
figure  in  that  seal  is  a  representation  of  the  old  Mt.  Holyoke  Semi- 
nary, founded  by  Mary  Lyon,  now  grown  into  Mt.  Holyoke  College, 
with  its  fine  grounds,  splendid  buildings  and  equipment,  noted 
and  honored  the  length  and  breadth  of  this  land  and  in  other  lands. 
The  second  figure  in  that  seal  represents  the  products  of  the  soil; 
for  we  have  some  fine  farms  and  some  splendid  farmers.  The  next 
figure  shows  one  of  our  great  mills;  for  we  have  some  manufactories 
there  of  which  any  town  may  well  be  proud.  Then  comes  the  motto, 
"Education,  Agriculture,  Manufactures."  These  three  make  a  com- 
bination that  will  make  any  town  noted,  prosperous,  and  rich,  and 
that  is  what  South  Hadley  stands  for  today.  As  the  daughter  comes 
up  here  to  celebrate  the  250th  anniversary  of  the  mother,  she  is  glad 


Quarter  Millennial  91 

to  find  the  old  mother  so  full  of  vigor,  youth  and  beauty;  and  the 
mother  may  also  be  justly  proud  of  the  success,  reputation,  and  stand- 
ing in  the  world  of  the  daughter. 

GREETINGS  FROM  SUNDERLAND 

By  J.  Albert  Montague 

Mr.  Montague  told  something  of  the  history  of  the  settlement 
of  Sunderland  and  its  separation  from  Hadley.  It  never  had  success 
until  the  old  name  of  Swampfield  was  changed  to  the  more  euphoni- 
ous one  of  Sunderland.  From  Sunderland  have  been  set  off  Leverett, 
the  larger  part  of  Montague,  and  a  portion  of  Wendell.  He  spoke 
of  the  fine  library  the  town  has,  its  trolley  line,  clear  water,  gas  and 
electric  lights,  and  said  that  its  people  felt  it  to  be  almost  a  model 
town. 

GREETINGS  FROM  AMHERST 

By  Frank  A.  Hosmer 

Amherst  offers  tribute  today  to  the  mother  town  of  Hadley. 
She  rejoices  in  your  anniversary  and  wishes  you  prosperity — material 
prosperity  and  that  higher  prosperity  of  clean  living,  good  govern- 
ment, and  freedom  from  the  saloon. 

We  call  to  mind  the  honorable  story  of  Hadley's  past  and  we 
may  say  with  Daniel  Webster,  "The  past  at  least  is  secure;"  but 
it  is  the  present  and  future  with  which  we  have  to  deal. 

There  are  questions  of  momentous  consequence  to  be  settled 
not  by  Congress,  not  by  any  statesmen,  however  wise  and  learned, 
but  by  the  sober  sense  of  the  common  people.  Questions  economic, 
of  capital  and  labor,  of  distribution,  of  taxation,  of  the  use  and  the 
abuse  of  protection,  questions  political,  questions  national  and  inter- 
national are  to  be  settled  by  the  people  actuated  by  two  laws — they 
command  the  love  of  God  and  the  love  of  man.  Thou  shalt  love  thy 
neighbor  as  thyself  They  contain  the  basic  principle  of  Christianity, 
they  are  the  basic  principle  of  our  civilization.  Government  of  and 
for  and  by  the  people  is  secure  as  long  as  the  church,  the  schools 
and  colleges,  the  press  and  all  institutions  that  are  for  the  uplifting 
of  humanity,  are  true  to  this  divine  principle. 


SUPPLEMENTARY  NOTES 


Financial  Statement 

The  Treasurer  of  the  Celebration  Committee  charges  himself  with 

the  following  Resources: — 

Balance  of  1908  appropriation  for  preliminary  committee,  $35 .  83 

1909  Appropriation,  1,500.00 

Private  contributions — mainly  out  of  town,  581 .90 

Licenses  for  space  in  streets  during  celebration,  ^57  -^S 

Profit  on  sales  of  Hadley  stationery  and  books,  5^  63 


^2,327.01 

And  credits  his  account  with  the  following 

Disbursements: 

: — 

Postage, 

^85.64 

Music,  chorus  and  bands, 

272. II 

Principal  orator, 

100.00 

Parade  committee, 

221 .71 

Decorations, 

150.00 

Tent, 

388.56 

Chairs  for  tent,  including  freight. 

186.25 

Street  improvement. 

33,?,^ 

Street  and  tent  illumination, 

90.00 

Guests'  dinners. 

^?>^-1S 

Printing, 

19-25 

Sanitary  expense. 

56.97 

Loss  in  sale  of  official  badges. 

71.27 

Sundry  expenses  not  enumerated. 

323 -95 

^2,124.78 

;^2,i24.78 

Balance  unexpended,  $202.23 

That  the  marvelously  successful  street  pageant  required  no 
larger  expenditure  by  the  parade  committee  can  be  explained  only 
by  calling  attention  to  the  very  generous  contributions  of  time  and 
money  by  men  and  women  in  every  village  and  street  in  the  town 
and  to  the  elaborate  displays  made  by  four  daughter  and  four  sister 
towns.  The  committee's  acknowledgments  are  hereby  given  for  all 
the  assistance  received  throughout  the  celebration  and  the  weeks  of 
preparation. 


Hadlcy  Grange  float 


Decorated  carriages 


Decorated  automobile 


Quarter  Millennial  93 

The  buildings  decorated  with  flags  and  bunting  for  the  celebra- 
tion included  the  Town  Hall,  First  Church,  Goodwin  Library, 
Central  School  Building,  new  Hopkins  Academy,  Shipman's  Store, 
Elmwood  Hotel,  and  the  homes  of  the  following  persons  on  West 
Street:  Francis  Reynolds,  Charles  Reynolds,  William  McGrath, 
Robert  McQueston,  James  Byron,  Mrs.  Annie  Connolly,  James 
Regan,  S.  D.  Smith,  J.  A.  Crosier,  Clarence  Hawkes,  George  Gay- 
lord,  Louis  Crosier,  Mrs.  George  Clark, John  Halpin,  Joseph  Smith, 
E.  J.  Aldrich,  C.  P.  Wood,  Joseph  Paola,  Mrs.  Reardon,  Charles 
Pelissier,  William  Keefe,  Samuel  R.  Bell,  the  Lucius  Crain  house, 
and  the  "Wellworth." 

On  Middle  Street:  Dr.  Frank  H.  Smith,  Rev.  T.  A.  Emerson, 
William  Walsh,  Miss  Agnes  Ayres,  Elam  Allen,  Adolph  Pelissier, 
R.  H.  Horton,  Henry  Burt,  L.  D.  Smith,  L.  A.  Gardner,  Ansel 
Richardson,  R.  L.  Cook,  James  Burke,  Patrick  Keating,  Austin 
Cook,  Nicholas  Powers,  John  Mahoney,  George  Newton,  Thomas 
Burke,  L.  E.  Crosier,  George  Marsh,  James  McGrath,  Samuel  Shaw. 

On  Russell  Street:  H.  S.  Shipman,  R.  L.  Gaylord,  Reuben  Bell, 
T.  D.  Morton,  H.  L.  Waite,  F.  D.  Sanders,  Monroe  Sanderson, 
Jason  Lyman,  George  Richette,  John  Maynard. 

On  New  Boston  Street:   J.  R.  Callahan. 

The  Sunday  Morning  Service  in  North  Hadley  was  conducted 
by  Rev.  J.  W.  Lane,  the  pastor,  assisted  by  Rev.  J.  D.  Willard, 
grandson  of  Mr.  Lane's  predecessor.  Rev.  W.  H.  Beaman.  A  solo 
was  sung  by  Miss  May  Phillips,  whose  mother  was  organist  of  the 
church  30  years  ago.  At  the  close  of  the  morning  worship  a  memorial 
service  was  held  in  the  cemetery. 

The  big  tent  which  sheltered  such  a  large  number  of  people 
during  the  four  days  of  the  celebration  was  60  years  old,  though  it 
was  so  well  preserved  that  no  one  would  have  suspected  it  was  not 
comparatively  new.  When  it  was  25  years  old  it  was  in  service  at  the 
Centennial  Exposition  at  Philadelphia  in  1876.  It  was  used  at  the 
Chicago  World's  Fair  in  1893;  and  it  served  in  San  Francisco  as 
one  of  the  shelters  for  those  made  homeless  by  the  great  earthquake. 

The  Genealogical  Comm.ittee  worked  for  months  preceding  the 
anniversary  to  be  ready  to  assist  visitors  in  tracing- their  ancestry 
back  to  the  orginal  63  settlers  on  both  sides  of  the  river.  A  gilt  star 
for  each  of  the  pioneers  whom  the  person  registering  could  claim 
as  an  ancestor  was  gummed  to  the  person's  badge.  A  little  four 
months  old  infant  from  North  Amherst  secured  29  such  stars.  The 
children  of  Dr.  and  Mrs.  Smith  of  Hadley  had  28  stars  to  their 
credit;  and  there  were  many  other  badges  exhibiting  over  20  stars. 


94  Old  Hadley 

The  principal  address  fifty  years  ago  was  delivered  by  Bishop 
Huntington;  and  it  is  interesting  to  note  that  we  are  indebted  for 
the  principal  address  on  the  present  occasion  to  a  son  of  Rev. 
William  Huntington,  the  Bishop's  eldest  brother. 

A  cannon  which  boomed  at  sunrise  on  Monday,  Tuesday  and 
Wednesday  added  to  the  liveliness  of  the  celebration.  It  was  bought 
especially  for  this  purpose  by  Robert  McQueston.  The  gun  origin- 
ally had  a  place  in  some  old  fort  in  York  State,  but  for  many  years 
was  owned  by  the  well-known  collector  of  antiquities,  Waldo  Whit- 
comb  of  Northampton.  Mr.  Whitcomb  was  in  the  habit  of  lending 
it,  in  charge  of  some  person  who  could  be  trusted  to  use  it  judiciously, 
to  the  "boys"  whenever  elections  or  Fourth  of  July  or  other  public 
occasion  seemed  to  call  for  an  expression  of  feeling  in  a  superlative 
amount  of  noise.  The  firing  in  Hadley  was  done  under  the  expert 
direction  of  John  Pelissier  who  has  seen  service  in  the  United  States 
Navy  in  the  Philippines.  He  and  his  helpers,  in  their  enthusiasm  the 
first  morning,  charged  the  gun  so  heavily  that  when  they  fired  it  the 
carriage  was  broken.  However,  it  was  hustled  off  to  a  repair  shop  and 
by  night  was  ready  for  duty  again.  On  Monday  and  Tuesday  it 
was  fired  on  the  road  to  the  cemetery,  and  Wednesday  on  Russell 
Street.  A  single  report  was  supposedly  sufficient  to  assure  the  sun- 
rise, but  the  gunners  added  one  or  two  extra  discharges  that  there 
might  be  no  mistake  about  it.  The  climax  came  Wednesday  morn- 
ing when  the  gun  was  taken  to  the  river  bank  above  Indian  Hill  and 
the  arrival  at  the  celebration  of  the  party  representing  the  governor 
of  the  state  was  given  an  official  salute  of  17  shots. 

The  rising  of  the  sun  on  Wednesday  was  also  encouraged  by 
the  ringing  of  the  bells  in  the  First  and  Russell  Churches,  and  the 
ardor  of  the  ringers  can  be  judged  by  the  fact  that  it  is  affirmed  they 
would  be  ringing  yet  if  the  celebration  authorities  had  not  stopped 
them  at  the  end  of  about  half  an  hour.  Mr.  Allen  Nash  of  Worcester 
was  responsible  for  the  pealing  notes  from  the  belfry  of  the  old  First 
Church  and  his  contemporaries  at  once  recognized  his  handiwork 
which  none  of  the  modern  generation  could  hope  to  rival. 

At  a  meeting  of  the  First  Church  Parish  held  soon  after  the 
celebration  a  vote  was  passed  accepting  the  gift  of  a  clock  for  the 
church  spire.  A  contract  was  made  with  the  Seth  Thomas  Clock 
Company  for  five  hundred  dollars,  and  the  installation  will  be  com- 
pleted before  this  book  reaches  the  public. 

Portions  of  the  former  clock  are  preserved.  It  is  not  recorded 
when  this  earlier  timepiece  was  put  in  place,  but  many  persons 
remember  that  it  was  too  badly  worn  to  be  reliable  a  half  century  ago. 


God  of  Our  Fathers-A  Hadley  Hymn 


^""^^  '"^  Music  by  Clarence  Hawla 


F^jr^  u  ^''-6"™?"^  'he  Par -,-  Mn,  Who  writ  -  est  man -dates  on  the  hearts  of 
LordGod  what  cour- age  had  thy  men  of  old.  Strengthened  by  Thee,  how  stout  their  h«S  and 
Theysought  not  wealib.they  sought  not  pow-r  nor  fame.   The  con-queror's  spoil  was   not     foT  wh^^ 


TxA       Tl!°"i  ^^1  A  -    •'V'^''  ^''^"    '•''^o'^'d  be    -    gan.  For  -  ev  -  er    Thou   art    God, 
bold.       1  hey  Uunched  their  baric  up  -  on      an    un  -  known    flood.  With  -  out     a     chart     a      sea        of 
came:     But      dr.v  -  en     Jience  by    per  -  se  -  cu  -  tion's      rod.  To       seek  new  homes  and   wor  -  «hip 


.      — ,      „.,.       „,      -..1.1.^,.  uj     jyti    -  oc  -(.u  -  lion  s       roa,    io        S€ 


se>me.ui)i».t  auiclcer 


^"nd.XldUr.-'^o^'LTe-:;^?;'    "       I^„",'     I:,      ^^     ."e    «amesand    keep     a- 
vale   Nor -wot-tuck  bunt     ^nd       build-e^d^rt      Z        ttuJ     "nf  -   t\f    ^e^    t' -  da7 '  tc' 


W      the        fires.       Up    .    on      the  sa    -    cred 

shnek  and       moan      To     drown  their     pra/rs       a 
«1   -    e    -     brate,     God     save     Nor    -    wot    -   tuck 


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to 

God's 

throne. 

and 

the 

old 

Bay 

Scate! 

A  Song  of  Hadley 


Words  by  Julia  Taft  Bayne 
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Music  by  Clifcon  |ohnsof> 


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1.  In         the  sto  -    ry  of        the 

2.  Where    the  long,  bright  riv  -  er 

3.  Tell        of  Had  -  ley's  old  -  en 

4.  May      the  cent  -  uries  soft  -  ly 


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a  -  ges.  Told       by  po    -    ets  aiid         by  sa  -  ges- 

go-    ing  South -ward  clasps  thee  in          its  flow  -  ing, 

glo  -  ry,  Tel!        the  res  -    cue  an   -  gel's  sto  -  ry- 

sweeping  Hold     thee  in        their  ten  -  der  keep -ing. 


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Where   the 
Sit    -    ting         in 

How      were  saved 
Moth  -  er  of 


On       im  -  per  -     ish  -     a     -    ble 

Thou  art  reap  -  ing  of         thy 

In       the  blood  -  y  In  -  dian 

Where  thy  stor  -  ied  dead       are 


pa  -  ges- 
sow  -  ing 

fo  -  ray- 
sleep  -  ing 


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thee    sad  -  ly,     Dear  Old  Had  •   ley! 

Moth  -  er  Had  -  ley! 

Brave  Old  Had  .  ley! 

Dear  Old  Had  •   ley! 


j.  I     ^ear  Kj\a     naa  •   le 


Dear 
Moth 
Brave 
Dear 


Old 
Old 


Had 
Had 
Had 
Had 


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ley! 
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